If I were straight I wouldn’t have the “oh, he’s gay?—that’s so fine!—I love gay people!” comments when I go to people’s apartments, I wouldn’t have to “come out” at some point […]
How To Be A Woman, a poem by Tallon Kennedy
Outside of Mr. Smalls, his eyes see the stars and their absence. Light pollution again polluting this light. Angel Olsen polluted the air with questions. Won’t you open a window sometime? I […]
Prison Strike, a poem by Tallon Kennedy
Moving chains across sidewalks. Pots banging on guard rails. A noise made to silence the police sirens in the distance. Distance is what got us here. Distance from our ancestor’s guilt. […]
Wars on Syrian Streets After Lynn Emanuel – a Poem by Kate Koenig
I have dreamed of those: In 2015 the people were at war and fighting in the streets of Syria Below a foreign God watched the cities bleed. Under his view, children screamed […]
The War on the Female Body – a Poem by LoCi
Listen as the battle cry comes calling, As the battle cry calls you to come. Listen hard, for the enemy sings louder He muffles her voice so it may not be heard […]
Sincerely, A Chola – a Poem by Christina Acuna Castillo
A little birdie came and sat right outside my window Body all confident, lips smirking, it said it saw you cry for me. He asked God why you had to be an […]
Goodness in the Gilded Age, A Poem by Martin H. Levinson
A stock broker bumped into the good-deed fairy on the E-train. She was wearing a short frilly dress, holding a pink magic wand, and sported gossamer wings flecked with glittering faith and […]
Unfamiliar Faces, A Poem by Minnie Mariah Wilson
Your love is so difficult to read from behind these slits for eyes Your love is so very painful that I couldn’t imagine your hate My kindness is met with curses they […]
Bethlehem 2015, A Poem by Kemmer Anderson
Workmen restore the Church of Nativity Among the broken hearted of Bethlehem Where walls define our boundaries of fear. Rifle sights from watchtowers scope out the youth In Al-Aida refugee camp. Guards […]
Why? A Poem by James McCarville
deep, deep, deeper into the sunni-shia war we drift, we dive. why?
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