By Mark Belair
A toddler in a stroller
was absorbed in
a one-on-one encounter
with a lollipop
she held
so close to her face
her eyes crossed
as she talked with a frown Continue reading
By Mark Belair
A toddler in a stroller
was absorbed in
a one-on-one encounter
with a lollipop
she held
so close to her face
her eyes crossed
as she talked with a frown Continue reading
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by Daniel Pecchenino
Every few years
I lose the plot.
What came before
is submerged
beneath what is,
and now becomes
the past’s new
point of departure. Continue reading
by David R. DiSarro
There were always
sad women,
striped socks, tattoos,
the names of ex-husbands,
strained against
low cotton tops. Continue reading
by Bryn Homuth
A stop at Qianmen station—
passengers battle through turnstiles,
striding from platform and through doors,
some lucky, collapsing into a seat,
straphangers finding a hold
from a suspended row of grips. Lurching,
the subway glides as if through water,
an eel through a cavernous network
of coral tunnels. Riders sway
like the subaquatic drift of anemone. Continue reading
by Kevin Brown
Faced with fire, I would forego the photo
albums—polaroids of birthday parties
and family trips to the beach held together
by yellowing tape—leave the quilt my
grandmother made, even financial files
for retirement. Doug and I watch Continue reading
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