Poetry, VOLUME V
Virgin Heart
Beach, Jacob Roosa I fear the swell and push of crowds; the incoherent chatter closing in from all sides. I fear looking up from my book and finding someone…
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Poetry, VOLUME VReincarnation
2, Julia Broeker His parents hold him over his brother’s grave, explain how he is his brother born again. It is the miracle of rebirth, renaming, reclamation. The…
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Poetry, VOLUME VSelf-Portrait: Chinese American
Still Air, Shareefah Pereira From the high plains of heaven rises the mighty Heaven Shining. The stretch of her cheeks comes ten red suns, and yet the three-legged crow…
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Poetry, VOLUME VCorpus Christi
Baptism, Mia Silvan-Grau god is just another old man laying claim to my body, with that divine right. he poses on my pale altar, anointing me with the…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIn the North Room
Waiting, Shiya Wu You are sleeping on 400-count sheets colored fitfully red, your mattress flipped soft, your shades unworried, your lilies unanswered. The window is silent, as you are…
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Poetry, VOLUME V
Childhood Sketch
Beach, Jacob Roosa Two bicycles, one twisted and its back wheel spinning crazily; one boy limps, the right half of his body supported by the other’s hip; we grow up…
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Poetry, VOLUME VHollow Ground
Lagomorph Greetings, Natasha Change Everyonehere has a scarecrow smile, dried up and useless as the land. Makes my skin prickle, how these dead stalks like to hiss at closed…
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Poetry, VOLUME VBody Project
BODIES!, Serena Hocharoen He told me my Body wasn’t his preference. Said it was: too big too loud too feminist and I could feel the slice of his…
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Poetry, VOLUME VNo More Young Mother Smoking Cigarettes on the Porch
Suffocating Nature, Camelia Rojas My grandmother planted herself here among the arrowheads. She dug her husband out of the marsh— hands cupped as she washed him. They turned metal…
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Poetry, VOLUME VAt Night (II)
A New World of Light, Jacob Fisher We went to an amusement park in downtown Calcutta, with fire-breathing macho men and an artist who wrote my name on a…
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Poetry, VOLUME VAn Art (I)
A Meal of Crayons, Bryan Rubin My first art teacher was my uncle who was a boy. He, at fourteen, took my seven-year-old drawings of long-haired mermaids and flowers and…
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Poetry, VOLUME VAll Over You Like Suburbia’s Lights
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?, Morgan Granosk Far above our paper houses, God spilled milk into the sky. Smeared clouds to make curd sunsets. Beautified that…
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Poetry, VOLUME VBenevolence, Georgia
Persephone, Esther Tang When I think about 1945, I think about peaches. Sweet and fuzzy with a fat, brown pit smack in the center. I remember biting into a…
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Poetry, VOLUME IV
Metastasis
Blue, Linnea Schurig Dana Scully had copper hair and wasn’t afraid of God or strangeness, but Gillian Anderson’s hair is blonde so maybe I’m not really sure who it…