by Ruth Saxey-Reese
Ua hele mai au, ua hele mai au
All night I dream of Pahoa
shallow sleep crackling
forest edge-glow
flooding the hall black, red
Driving Night Home
by George Bishop
It could be a drunk, a cop, someone
so familiar with exits they don’t need
a sign, they just take one. It could even be
me behind the headlights, going home
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Everything
by Sarah Brown Weitzman
Everything was his.
Everything had his name
Every flower. I had
to take his word
for it. Sky, earth, water,
even the air his choosing.
Every single creature,
even the snake. Continue reading
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Cleaning the Ghost Room
by Tatiana Forero Puerta
Mami made me dust
the ghost room as she swept
the kitchen downstairs, washed the fruit-
shaped porcelain dishes.
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The Passing Spring
by Naoko Fujimoto
Inspired by the ninth waka from Ogura Hyakunin Issuhu
Cold rain falls onto blossoms;
fading their color just like her body—
pieces of dried skin and bone,
her long gray hair covers the lineless back. Continue reading
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