Chiemeziem Everest Udochukwu
My dawgs say real men do not have lacrimal glands.
No other lie has made me faker.
I do no want to be the actor this stage craves.
Chiemeziem Everest Udochukwu
We trace oxygen like a biofact and oxides tell us where to breathe so they’d perforate our lungs and make us dread sneezing into tissue.
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Kelly R. Samuels
We could step between and step upon and have
to ask forgiveness, unlike that one stretch of
highway where all the pines had been planted
in rows
Michael Garrigan
sometimes snow
doesn’t mean winter and sun doesn’t mean summer,
and she’s lost in this no-place until he turns over and wakes up
always with dawn light and she hears their dog stretch
Liane Tyrrel
We are both so small. The opening in the trees,
the house, the room, the furniture.
Hikari Miya
I see myself in a boutique window
planted in soil that’s supposed to be mine, and I’m supposed to thrive, sunless,
without knowing where I’m supposed to belong.