by Connor Watkins-Xu
I’m fingertips interlocked on the console
like an oyster. What is our pearl?
I’m an embrace that halts your heart and
I hope to be the vessels of wine-aged love. Continue reading
by Connor Watkins-Xu
I’m fingertips interlocked on the console
like an oyster. What is our pearl?
I’m an embrace that halts your heart and
I hope to be the vessels of wine-aged love. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Shawna Ervin
Lost
1984. Scott Hamilton won the Olympic gold medal for men’s figure skating in Sarajevo that February. He trained at a rink near where I lived with my parents and younger brother. I was nine, in third grade. I hadn’t paid attention to figure skating before, and probably hadn’t paid much attention that year either. My parents were conservative Christians. TV—like the radio, movies, alcohol, smoking, dancing, and anyone outside of our small, fundamental world—was to be feared and avoided at all costs. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
by Dr. Edward J. Kame`enui
My Hawaiian blood is from Hilo,
the Waipio Valley, and Kamuela
where gobo grows vertical
in soft brown dirt.
Not Lahaina. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Justin Lacour
The first cold night in south Texas
I split an omelet and hash browns
with a girl so high she thought
Waffle House was shaped like a bowl Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Deborah H. Doolittle
I am reading my roots
like grandma’s tea leaves,
having sipped that bitter
brew, having tipped the cup
for likenesses to ogham
or runes or any glyphs Continue reading
Filed under Poetry