the roses are red it is night the street lights are reliable your phone declares there is a […]
TQ24 Poetry Prize
I don’t watch myself, others watch then draw. You drawme with your lens— it asks where my skin […]
Film Studies III by Tawanda Mulalu
A Lambda Literary fellow, MICHAEL CHANG (they/them) is the author of DRAKKAR NOIR, winner of the Bateau Press […]
DEWEY CHEATEM & HOWE by Michael Chang
“California” is a force—its minimalism enthralls in a time when clean lines everywhere are marred by grief and, […]
Judge’s Citation by CM Burroughs
brit ko is a poet, educator, artist, cook from Los Angeles. She questions the lines we stand in […]
Time e standstill han guh gat hae by brit ko
The hour that all the other hourshave waited, in a hurry, for. It’s toolate to call them back […]
Evening Aubade by Grace Li
i. Haitians still whisper the Dictator’s name. A phantom in the fields. Malevolent echo in […]
Banana Country: A Litany by Schneider K. Rancy
a grammar like sand:particulates erodinglike skin from a hand. See how the hills keepgetting looser, lower. The language […]
This Land Has by Angelo Mao
after torrin a. greathouse —here is an alternate gaze at the wall: behind it the wolves have […]
A SHORT LECTURE ON TRUTH USING THE WOLF AS A ...
Don’t let the tiny man fool you. Godless, he was godless in rehearsals. One time he locked all […]
Prince’s Trombone Player Coughs up a Cat by Oak Morse
after Christiana Im On the first day of December, we peer at the fish, its skin adark wet […]
Black December by Nome Emeka Patrick
My friend who loves living more than I do tells me she stole it once, but another was […]