Poetry — Issue Two The Strawberry Moon Yi Jung Chen The reddish-pink hue of sky, reminded me of the streams of light in the river, your eyes sparkling with ineffable delight. Draping my jacket over the back of chair, a comfy action made my heart thump. Like a...
Poetry — Issue Two Returned Expat Stephanie Johnson Me dices que These languages That I’ve breathed in Por tantos años Gereksizdir diyorsin Bende cevap veriyorum: Fuck you. Translation: You tell me that These languages That I’ve breathed in For so many years Are...
Poetry — Issue Two Native Tree-Invasive Tree Stephanie Johnson Native Tree They are seducers those lovely gum trees the perfume flowing from their groves, pattered, ribboned bark twisted arms rising up to sunbathe. Stunning crowns of blue-green hair a cloudy mist...
Poetry — Issue Two Ritual Shalmali Sankpal Wash your hair. On your scalp lie days of dirt, oil and settled regrets that need to go away. Condition the edges. Its okay to have rough days and hear mean words. The blows will soften with time. Don’t count the hairs that...
Poetry — Issue Two TAOS Stephanie Valente my legacy is oil-shaped i am blood-colored smoke the old man grabbed my hand, and said: “the thing about this town is wine, women, and turquoise.” § Stephanie Valente Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her...
Poetry — Issue Two THE HOUR OF THE ROSE Stephanie Valente in this fairy tale, my skin catches the thorn. my blood oozes like chocolate you call me petal. guiding my finger to your mouth. i am a white rose whispering, drink from me. § Stephanie Valente Stephanie Athena...
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