elementia
Sol Borrego
By Caroline StickneyHeat becomes a god faster than
anything else – agave creeps up, bursting
like a yolk cradled under the tongue.
Walk as far as you can and get nowhere.
Scales thrash; sand unwinds lazily.
Sold to the Highest Bidder
By Jawad AlazzehIt seemed clear at the close of a lengthy conversation,
In the cool heat of late Spring.
We have long mourned,
The colonial appropriation of the ancient East.
dear margot
By Yeshe Raiyou open all the blinds for moonlight
to make a place at your dining table
the radical yellowed pages say “liberty is an illusion”
& you must agree,
crouched on your cold chair in a t-shirt
& underwear. eating tomato soup.
Anomalous Perceptions
By Yeshe RaiIt’s much easier to listen than to be heard,
so I assemble a wide-eyed, open expression,
and shelve all the blaring thoughts
to the dead wood walls of my mind.
I am an expert at starting sentences,
horrendous at finishing them. How can I