How well do you know the dust? Its mother?

by Samuel Ace

I know something about the apostrophe the part that says I own I also know something of the dry river and the brown dust that coats my shoes

crash your car (after marquette)

by Marzi Margo

an android app for logging every time my car has hit another car 

Remedy

by Angel Dominguez

Eat the heart of your oppressor con un habanero. Add some salt y limón to taste.

Every year my funeral playlist grows longer

by Angel Dominguez

No -body told me growing older

What You Knew About Virginity

by Rosa Alcalá

That it was something to be given in holy matrimony. That it was the only thing you had to give. That once you handed it over, you could never get it back. That it was a tightly woven hammock rocking an idea inside you.

Dream of a Trans Sister

by H. Melt

Can you imagine/transitioning together/in the same old house...

Sitting with Figs

by Nazifa Islam

Do You Have Less Energy Than Usual

by Cynthia Marie Hoffman

In the graveyard, one white stone charges toward the sky...

Three Poems

by Anne-Marie Thompson

Yesterday we said, Let’s meet...

Three Poems

by Emma Binder

We’ll wait in the truck stop parking lot...

Juana Turns to Sugar

by Vincent Antonio Rendoni

Early in the twenty-first century, a disease spread all over the world...

from Insert Coin

by Joshua Zelesnick

the drone operator flies along...