Poetry

for Kenneth Copeland Rope scrapes numb on his rough hands as he sits on temple stoop plaiting frayed […]

Jesus and the Whip by Matthew Moniz

dulce et decorum est pro pecuniamea mori They know the cost and play it every month, performing glory, […]

Rohan Chhetri’s Lost, Hurt, or in Transit Beautiful is a slim volume of poetry with the reach, flourish […]

The performative nature of the collection is evident from the first prose; Framework : a Vessel introduces the […]

Festivals of Patience assembles categorically everything Arthur Rimbaud wrote in verse outside of A Season in Hell and […]

Where you sleep, dark snow lashes down. Your glasses are ice-cold;your eyesight astigmatic Your sleep, spondaic—a dream of […]

I lose my footing on the blue trail. A snow is coming. Your gut goes mute. A dark […]

(with a debt owed, formally, to Tyehimba Jess’s Olio) debt means […]

What a jolt, no polished stone nor summersleeping by the sea, but like a hingepointed loosely from its […]

Once, I turned into my mother’s sundress, yellowand dashed with red and white daisies, a trim midishape that […]

Once I took a man and swallowed himup. Woods did not watch. No witnesses,only birds, stewards of forest […]

Born and raised on the east side of Oʻahu, Charity Yoro now resides on the traditional territory […]