TQ24 Poetry Prize

the roses are red it is night the street lights are reliable your phone declares there is a […]

A love poem/citizenship test by Sean Cho A.

I don’t watch myself, others watch then draw. You drawme with your lens— it asks where my skin […]

A Lambda Literary fellow, MICHAEL CHANG (they/them) is the author of DRAKKAR NOIR, winner of the Bateau Press […]

“California” is a force—its minimalism enthralls in a time when clean lines everywhere are marred by grief and, […]

brit ko is a poet, educator, artist, cook from Los Angeles. She questions the lines we stand in […]

The hour that all the other hourshave waited, in a hurry, for. It’s toolate to call them back […]

i. Haitians still whisper the Dictator’s name. A phantom in the fields. Malevolent echo in […]

a grammar like sand:particulates erodinglike skin from a hand. See how the hills keepgetting looser, lower. The language […]

after torrin a. greathouse —here is an alternate gaze at the wall: behind it the wolves have […]

Don’t let the tiny man fool you. Godless, he was godless in rehearsals. One time he locked all […]

after Christiana Im On the first day of December, we peer at the fish, its skin adark wet […]

My friend who loves living more than I do tells me she stole it once, but another was […]