Metta for Winter Solstice in Los Angeles
by Kenji C. Liu
We cannot see this place being the default/for much longer....
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The Utopologist’s Wife
by Jaimee Hills
The springboard wobbles....
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by Jennifer Bartell
Graffiti stained glass windows, windows so stained, no light shines through: Spray paint thick like the Holy Ghost.
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by Steven Sanchez
In this basin still filled with rainwater, a flock of geese skims my brown face, haloed in an oil slick rainbow....
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by Analicia Sotelo
Every afternoon, it’s the same/womb of inattention....
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by Julian Randall
There will be no indictment There will be no indictment There will be no indictment....
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by Lupe Mendez
In my heart, I know a corona lays/itself a wreath around the muscle...
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