By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi The classrooms filled with signs for recycling And bins lined up against the wall Labeled with different pictures I saw a child get smacked once for fucking around the paper bin Thought tinfoil was hilarious The teacher almost…
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi Peering below At red beads Padding the shores Earlier I felt the tender head Curious about my boat Young scales and simple teeth Dusk brings the layered concerts Of deep chambers, coconut throats. Sachamama grabs and rewinds the…
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi opened birdcages, on empty balconies, where we sit inside. his face is overflowing with years, and sunflower sprouts. he peels me a grapefruit in bed sweet meat flossing our teeth the practice, that moves my legs to churn,…
By: Jagari Mukherjee There are poems Buried in me Like seeds that will grow Into trees With forbidden fruit; They are already sprouting Taking deep, deep root In the soul. I cannot be A dynamic whole Unless I put pen to…
By: Moinak Dutta ‘Then what happened?’ Suparna asked Yimli. Yimli was busy making noodles in her big pot. At the counter there were two people, foreigners, backpackers. Suparna cast a look at them. They were talking in English though the accent…
By: EG Ted Davis Welcome young man. You have been found guilty of being born, thrust from your mother’s womb, first breath of penitentiary life. For this crime, you shall be given a life sentence- within this atmospheric dome. A sagging…
By: A.J. Huffman charged me $4.39 for a gallon of milk and a smile that sent two very different shudders down my back. Attraction and fear shook me into a time loop. For a moment I was sixteen, flirting with a…
By: A.J. Huffman of confusion flows from me to the ceiling and back again. It is made of midnight, steel, and something that resembles despair. A mocking reminder of inability to control basic functions. I begin to wonder if I am…
By: Kristin Bales Heavy drops precipitate down Mother Nature wearing a frown When it hits thirty two degrees The drops of water instantly freeze Increased precipitation An issue across the nation Climate change effects are present And it wasn’t our intent…
By: Susmita Bhat I couldn’t help eating the last shortbread cookie from the jar I knew that its rich flavor that melts in your mouth like a spoon of butter is your favorite midday tea-time snack Please forgive me for it…