Roy Zhu | 朱若忆 The astronomer says A binary orbit has no center in mass Only an imaginary projection in space. 1. I think of my mother talking of yin and yang and Junebug, who named herself after a woman in a video game, talking of transformations in the soul, male and female, shifting centers,… Read More Dichotomy Dysphorias (Or, Poem in 7 Colors)

Lucia Padilla Katz sometimes i forget the majesty of the woman’s body, how it moves through us i’ll turn in the mirror wet hair laced on my neck; the deep curvature of my waist hips roll the edge like how my back is tan yet like my mother’s face toasted and brown my pores yearn… Read More alicia, with love

Aleah Vega I’m writing this with one of the pens we stole that night.  11pm on a Sunday, we snuck off to Joan’s       right after church. I’d never believed in God, but whenever the pastor sang those sweet little songs, you’d look over at me and smile– that was enough for me.  Hugo’s laughter filled… Read More Clara, 

Ahlaam Moledina after Mahmoud Darwish In her absence I    created               her image; glittering unearthly as things not of this  body do. There is    no measure for this       rendition   of a    home               unseen, on land long missed;                 what is it to… Read More In which Darwish imparts architectural advice

Sam Alvarez in the backyard, a twotrunked red oak has grown like a solemn V my whole life. a month before i leave home for the last time—my older brother already long gone—my mom begins a project of sorting through every photograph she’s taken since we were born, cataloguing & organizing & making more digestible… Read More Noah

Sophia Kathryn Jackson A woman once died here. Ikea chairs piled atop her stomach their legs sliced her palms. Crucify her home. Arms lurk the ends of black holes. No, mercy, and my own. Never fear at first, but then he says it again; “Home, home.” Birds like you should please sit in the back… Read More Call it a

Sam Alvarez dad please tell me again about the good fish— i am falling in & out of love & water is rushing past               & i can’t tell which way i am facing. dad please walk with me & explain again how the current sometimes circles  into deep eddies on river shorelines & the water… Read More my father, a fisherman

Roy Zhu  Did you know Sedona, Arizona Is the only place in the world Where the McDonald’s arches are blue? Here gold holds no weight to turquoise The stone that mirrors open sky And opens mirrored heavens in the palm      of my hand. On the interstate I learn the word turquoise And hope for veins… Read More Sedona Poem #2