by Christian Hanz Lozada
“I’m Nani’s husband. Not that Nani, the other one,
Papa’s granddaughter, no, we never met.
I’m calling to say, Papa had a stroke.
There’s nothing to do he might get better.” Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
I’m Calling to Say
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Today’s Young Scientists
by Warren Woessner
Are creating “tomorrow’s future”
on the covers of my collection
of 1950’s chemistry sets. Continue reading
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As Little As Possible
by Morgan Eklund
By 2050, plastic will outweigh
fish in the ocean and every Monday Continue reading
each Sunday morning
by Moni Brar
we pile into the old green chevy
vinyl seats cool against our backs
the buzz of excitement licking away Continue reading
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‘O Lo’u Fanua
by Jonpaul “Sione” Monty Cohen
The sand is cold, and unwelcoming
Nothing like where I came from
A sea missing the warmth of home Continue reading
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