Dorothy Chan is the author of Chinese Girl Strikes Back (Spork Press, forthcoming 2020), Revenge of the Asian Woman (Diode Editions, March 2019), Attack of the Fifty-Foot Centerfold (Spork Press, 2018), and the chapbook Chinatown Sonnets (New Delta Review, 2017). Chan is an Assistant Professor of English at the University…
Read MoreThree Poems By CL Bledsoe My Brother Is Getting Old I wanted to ask what stole the brown from his beard, painted his thinning hair gray, stooped him over when he tries to stand? Was it the same bastard who stole my spare time and made my knees hurt?…
Read MoreLearning to Plant Trees With My Father While My Mother’s Ghost Sings By Nome Emeka Patrick i am planting trees inside a dream blur enough for even God’s eyes. in the distance, my father’s voice dances in the wind under the wings of golden seagulls. my hands are in the…
Read MoreSomeone He Loved By Matthew Thorburn * Where did the chords go Uncle Albert used to play those chiming bells bowls of bright water he raised high with both * hands before his stroke his black coat always on the silver stick pin shining his eyes to the ceiling is…
Read MoreTwo Poems By Anastasia Stelse * Contents Most people don’t realize the stomach’s power, don’t consider it when contemplating murder. Forensic science has made leaps—delving into a five hundred year old bog body’s leathery purse— nuts, fruits, meats—we can pinpoint region, season, how long after eating death occurred. We can…
Read MoreHats Off to (Marcelino) Bernal By Jose Oseguera We jumped out of our seats As high as our Nike Airs allowed us, And yelled Viva México In spite of being reprimanded By our teacher not to speak Spanish in the classroom, Even though it was technically recess. * “El pinche…
Read MoreTwo Poems By Micki Blenkush Underground after chromogenic print # 6411 by Naoya Hatakeyama It’s hard to tell where else to look when the light, specifically placed, casts pure the concrete wash. What I…
Read MoreThree Poems by Romeo Oriogun * Exile There’s a place I was given,A horse with its broken legs.Lord, I tend to this brief thing called life like a manCaring for a beast that eats what it loves.I can’t help this loneliness of people walking away from my eyes,It is how…
Read MoreAn Afternoon Is a Test of Faith and I am Gone Again (After the X-Files) By E. Kristin Anderson I confess this sin: I have accepted the beast in me. And I want it to rain. Hard. Like you, Dana Scully,…
Read MoreTwo Poems by A.M. Brant Mermaid Glisten, water glow, on tail of scales of gold. Siren song rising over the mountaintop town. Candle woman sun up. She is calling to you. Can you hear her song? She is dancing on the Ohio, her arms open, her breasts open, eyes open,…
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