by Joseph Han
I’m not one loser. I know how that sounds. That time Ms. Sumida told me after seventh grade English period I was gonna be the only one from Central Middle had a chance go college, I wanted to believe her so bad. I know she was talking about Nicky and Robert them and maybe she was tryna make me feel better or something. Probably saw me in one headlock during lunch recess.
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by Bibhu Padhi
On the tall apartment building’s
terrace, the sky was clear
like my mind. Hobbes’s
clean slate waited on the brain’s
grey-white wall. And then
the planets sailed towards us–
countless stars, their planets.
Filed under Poetry
by Fabienne Josaphat
There are women living in my father’s desk drawer, splayed across the cover of books, in three-dimensional flesh pale against the night, skin thin and translucent as spider’s web pierced here and there by the sharp angle of letters impaling limb and breast and torso with the muted violence of male fantasies.
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by Miranda Peery
Ray Gutiérrez stands at the corner of the plaza
selling beef jerky in front of the meanest car
I’ve ever seen.
A ’39 Chevy, dropped low and chrome-bright
the same blue as the
neon
electric
sky.
Filed under Poetry
by Robert Coles
When you enter your heart beats;
you hesitate but feel the need.
Through a black velvet drape
you stumble, make sure
you don’t trip over someone’s feet.
The screen flickers down the aisle Continue reading
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