Poetry
Dealing Again
Shelby Schultz –after A. Van Jordan White wine, white teeth, white lie, two pair, flush cheeks. I deal with her knee grazing mine, hoping my diffraction smooths her brow, but nothing is easy except her raising and the bluff. So little pellucidity, so little ambiguity – she won’t whisper what cards she holds. What she… Read More Dealing Again
Me Want Mackerel
Tyler Shimada “Sometimes me think, what is friend? And then me say: a friend is someone to share last cookie with.” – Cookie Monster Me crave to eat a mackerel,but me don’t know find where?Me only know where cookie jar, but me no find it there. Me buy cookie at grocery store,is that where me should… Read More Me Want Mackerel
anchor in the mud
Noah Rabinovitch i want to write a poem about the everglades / where a gas station is a restaurant is a community center / where polyester clings too tight / where the body / sweating / rejects the place / learns to swim in its own brackish water / a professor during orientation week said… Read More anchor in the mud