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...
Poetry — Issue Two baroque blood moon Stephanie Valente truth is I lost my soul a long time ago before you + your curse how I ran to you through Rome streets hiding my face from saints + god past the €3 crucifixes nearly twisting my ankle skinning a knee, the blood in...
Poetry — Issue Two Claiming All of Our Dead for Richard Hake and our many New Yorkers to remember Zoe Canner This is the second plague of my lifetime. My first doctor died of AIDS when I was two. My mom retells the story of what he said right after I was born. My...
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