Poetry

  • TINIEST FLIGHT OF SPEECH

    By Stacey Tran

    I cough the sun out of its sky. Letters of the alphabet hurt toward the end. Can we go on without
    pronouns? There are at least five ways to say …

  • I know what I think, and so I tell someone

    By Genevieve Kaplan

    Knowing drifting is a process both expected and un-, some

    types of animals include lizards, include elephants, include

    an amount of pre-thinking to remember that sound travels freely

    through an …

  • Demon Hymnal

    By Phillip Aijian

    It’s not as thin as one might think, though
    there is only one version, and each copy
    features only the words—no music.

    In a brief moment of inspiration, Lucifer
    himself penned …

  • Variations on a Theme from Folklore

    By Sarah Cohen

    I.
    The traveler came to a meeting of roads.
    Each was marked with prophesy,
    marked with loss.

    The traveler chose the middle road.

    II.
    First road: you will give up from hunger …

  • Morning Rush

    By Jed Myers

    Now we’re fissioned—it releases
    enough desire to fuel the empire.
    That’s my smudged vision on this

    frost-fogged, steamed street
    at night’s end in these bright overhead
    cones and sweeping twin beams.

    We …

  • Gaze

    By Sasha Banks

    Because I could not pull the homesickness
    from my clothes with all my teeth,
    the skins of foreign cloth dead in my mouth,
    I am the savage who tried to …

  • She said.

    By Jennifer Coard

    Can I buy a cigarette from you?
    she asked.
    I paused.
    I just wanted coffee.
    The weekend commute had been particularly suburban.

    She looked like she was going to a …

  • Descendent

    By Amy Shimshon-Santo

    darling. beloved. come closer.
    I hold history’s hand in mine, an old friend
    we walk together along the paved zanja madre
    a river of dirt and water. small tribes of …

  • Ahwahnee Hills Regional Park

    By Ronald Dzerigian

    Ahwahnee means deep grassy valley & I’d heard

    that, just over one hundred years before this one,
    miners had pushed the Miwok down into the tall

    reeds. Today, the meadow (that …