by L. Acadia
the one road
rings the island
I think the people don’t want us here
glare when we pass,
double on electric scooters
they’d never wear helmets like we
(do) like colanders
in terms of porosity and peril Continue reading
oh, wouldn’t it be nice
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The Bridge at Washington’s Crossing
by Therese Halscheid
Old and awfully narrow —
it never seems like it will hold those who cross.
This is always the case. Cars almost graze each other,
everyone folds in their sideview mirrors, everyone moves slow
must endure the rattle of the steel grid, its open grated floor. Continue reading
Where Basalt Meets the Sea
by Topher Shields
At the headlands,
basalt hums—
a low warmth
held in stone.
Wind lifts
the koru of flax,
and the air tastes
of salt, of split ehu kai. Continue reading
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Dormitory
by Michael W. Cox
The Eagle’s Nest occupied the third floor of an old factory. Boys walked up wide steel stairs to get there, past dirty windows showing old looms on the first floor and bald manikins on the second, the building shaped like a box. The men’s dormitory was built like an E lying on its back, with entryways lining its interior, streets running three sides of it, and a dumpster-filled alleyway behind, where vagrants slept at night. On the plaza outside the dorm, protesters marched against the war. Long hair, scraggly beards, blue jeans, black boots—you couldn’t tell them from the vagrants. Continue reading
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Silly
by Uma Menon
One day you start to realize your father
is a child and maybe that happens early
on because he is just so silly. He wants
to go outside and play, in the sidewalk, Continue reading
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