inspired by the poetry community on Twitter No one told the flowers / about / social distancing. / Or the…
When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he had everything / the biggesthouse in…
Under the sapphire skythe wind gently nudges me.It is Brooklyn.Asking can I lend myeyes,ears,heart,and hands.Why me? I ask. See firstand…
I gave her my ashes in a pendant. Not seen it round her neck for weeks. What was your favourite…
byAdedayo Agarau the boy who houses an owl a baptism into damnation Adedayo Agarau is a student and poet hoping…
byMegan James our tongue, mother— our mother tongues have been lost to each other with this distancestammering between us likean…
byWanda Deglane I wake up to the sound of my brother bleating like a pig / my sister gulping grief…
byAva Toshiko Deutsch The sixth time ice creeps up from nail beds,know something is wrongPluck tiny petals off the vanhoutte…
byHal Y. Zhang sun caves when you push feather-hard at dawn, light falls fastthrough the estuary. whatnow? the carp swallows…
byKassie Shanafelt My Grandfather’s Potato Soup 3-5 potatoesMilkButterSalt & Pepper to taste He diced the potatoes and boiled them. I’ve…