Poetry
by Kwame Sound Daniels.
“One day, I will love you like a meal. / I will love you like holding a spoon to your mouth.”
by Lena Crown.
“Inside the clear glass orb whirl two ribbons / of orange and blue, a goldfish in a bowl.”
by Sean Sam.
“The commanders wish me to say / the language beaten from me. / Each time I speak another sun / drops from the abnormal sky.”
by Rachel Contreni Flynn.
“My sister left for a few weeks, and the lid lifted / off the stock pot. The house filled with the possibility / of eating bread…”
by Winshen Liu.
“For you, that week, we bought peaches like eggs: / twelve in a box, more than we’d had in years: // pink-skinned, white-fleshed…”
by Paul Howe.
“For a moment, it lays a white sheet over / the disfigured body of this conflict.”
by Cynthia Marie Hoffman.
“I don’t know what will / happen, but let’s not rush home to the / leaking faucet just yet, the ants / hauling cat food behind the walls.”
by Alene Terzian-Zeitounian.
“If I had a time machine, I would tell / you the suffering isn’t worth the fame”