Where is the bridge between my body and yours?
This wobbling I in watercolour,
Jeffrey Mackie | BRIDGES
The bridge over Mayo River
Cracks hard in the winter air
Johnson Cheu | CHRYSALISM
Outside, a thunderstorm darkens. Violence lurks.
At a border. An office. An airport. A market.
Tasha Hefford | I’M REALLY SORRY FOR SPREADING ERRONEOUS NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION
I don’t know if I believe the world is enough
to hold the door to a drowning lullaby, to be_right_back.zip
Jonathan Focht | AT THE PARK
tree leaves fly stylishly,
another successful shedding of maples.
Mary Kelly | MY BODY AS A CONVERSATION STARTER
On some days, my body
feels like a stranger. I sit
rob mclennan | FOUR POEMS FOR PETER VAN TOORN
Famously abrasive, O, old rumpled legend, this
retired poet, contained and stationed past the Seigneury of Rigaud,
in Valois, a village within the village
Breanna Ho | HOW TO SWIM
I’ve been in this house too long.
I’m forgetting where I come from, forgetting
Amlanjyoti Goswami | THE DAY I MADE IT TO HARVARD
The letter said I was in.
Ma in the small dark room.
A cup of tea. She sipped slowly, seriously.