P O E T R Y
last words of a california mother
“phantom-moss girls // with seaweed bangles & || birdbaths made of granite.”
ema bekic
Green Yaksha
“When I was little my cousin would pick // me up and tell me I was brave to look // Yaksha in the face.”
alisha mcmillan
This Is Not A New Story
“feels the gold’s weight // the cold creeping down his hand. // Poor wife, he thinks, poor, poor wife.”
patrick keedy brown
sixteen
“such // pursuits aren’t fit for this lineage or // genetic code, whatever. hey! || i // heard you the first time // can you let me breathe now?”
aisha weththasingha