CALL BY MAGGIE KASE
The issues – and there are many – start like this: The universe is a fishbowl in a science classroom full of high school freshmen. Eyes...
NOODLEHEAD DAYS BY TIFFANY SUAZO
i remember taking snails home tan little palms became their home spending most days in july stomping on rain puddles to prove i could be...
CITRUS BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
I’d like to shade my sun-dried scalp and snap my joints under this tangerine tree, Climb down from this tall ladder, Pour my sack of...
THE LEAVES ARE PILING UP BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
against the stonewall siding and the white lattice fence out front. Years ago I would have raked them up and buried myself in the heap...
BRALESS BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
Papa pours himself black tea from the old iron kettle, probably thinking about stacking hay. He says I was bottle-fed cow’s milk. He’d...
BLACK LIVES MATTER BY SCOTIA BENT
Is my son next, Is my brother next, Is my daughter next, Is my father next: black boys, black men wonder if they are next, just when you...
THE ROMANTIC PERIOD BY IAN CAPPELLI
Was it for years so clear to them? Once Laying to me fogged like frost flecked frigid ponds Laying deep within a kaleidoscope of...
DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG? BY IAN CAPPELLI
You unshucked corn body Scarecrow now astray From my field for two Sowed and sodded Your face: polka-dotted In a pond of phone blossoms...
PENSADOR BY ERICA BARRETO
The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon.A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...
Developing a Theory of Dope Music by Nick Tardive
(note: I won’t be using a rating system because rating systems are arbitrary. Developing a Theory of Integrity is a must-listen for those...
