Chloe Chow I can’t make plans at this time of mourning, tangled up in now and then and linen. What I plan to do is make excuses, which is to say I’ll paint roofs onto houses and faces onto bones and then one day I’ll die. I’ll clean out my desk. I’ll carve my to-dos… Read More Samsara

Sophia Kathryn Jackson My friend told me a man had to be a radical to marry a black woman. Every time I look into the mirror I see someone new. Inside of my body I have got this meager variation of me who wakes up afraid. I spent the first part of my childhood getting… Read More (all the) blackness (you can handle) and a metaphor for intersectionality

Sam Alvarez I’ll turn    the  corner  &   see  you     before     you  see me  &  before   we make  eye  contact  I’ll  fake yawn & squint  at  the  horizon  &  raise  a hand  over  my  eyes   to    stifle  the      light    falling        … Read More we were always going to end up alone

Hannah Travali-Peacock 0. they start at my pen unbidden, unwarranted, covering every scrap of blank space every time my mind goes blank. they begin to appear everywhere, always. a gift, an invader, a guest i didn’t ask for. 1. they flow from my friend’s hands to my knee and take root, something deeper than tattoo… Read More vines; or: on disability

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)