Like I can’t breathe Like the air doesn’t reach my lungs Like the lump in my throat chokes me Like my heart is buried under a mountain
Mayhem In The Mangroves by Tasnima Yasmin
I (This is a narrative poem in four parts written from the perspective of a long- term resident of the Sundarbans whose livelihood is wrecked by the recent Cyclone Amphan. In the time of an ongoing pandemic it is a calamity upon a calamity.) I grabbed the rope,As I neared the shore,And threw its working… Continue reading Mayhem In The Mangroves by Tasnima Yasmin
This Life by Peycho Kanev
I put my heart into my mother’s coffin and now it throbs under the ground. All the letters I sent to my first love returned unread in my mailbox
Unrequited by Marcielle Brandler
(To my mother who could not love me) I was the best daughter-slave, but she snubbed me.
After the War by Matthew Wilson
Children bore of cave paintings Typing on phones on a field trip Talking back to their teachers And giving them some lip.
Dear Impending Sense of Doom and Other poem by Dan Michael Fielding
Dear Impending Sense of Doom Dear Impending Sense of Doom, Hello again. It has been less than eight hours since we last spoke.
Small Life and other poem by Karol Nielsen
Small Life My world is small now. I wake up at daybreak and have two iced coffees with my mom and dad. Sometimes we go for a short walk around the neighborhood, a wooded suburb in Connecticut. I left New York City at the beginning of the pandemic and have only been back once, to… Continue reading Small Life and other poem by Karol Nielsen
Living flame —or— How it feels to be on fire and Coronation by Roy Duffield
Living flame —or— How it feels to be on fire I resemble you like one resembles one billion. We both move and breathe grow and eat fuck
The Hip-Hop Dance by YI JUNG CHEN
Popping, Locking, Boogaloo, you do the Kris Kross movement in front of me, showing your talents in raps, protests the marginalized status you’re in.
HAIBUN by Nishi Pulugurtha
The light blue sky turns dull and grey all of a sudden. Stillness around that disturbs. As it envelopes everything, there is a lull that haunts. The cawing of a crow on its way home breaks the silence for a while. It comes back again.