4.17 Application for a New Driver’s License | Michael Ondaatje

Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I Continue reading →

4.16 The New Bathroom Policy at English High School | Martin Espada

The boys chatter Spanish from the bathroom while the principal listens from his stall The only word he recognizes is Continue reading →

4.15 The Day We Went to the Sea – Tishani Doshi

The day we went to the sea mothers in Madras were mining the Marina for missing children. Thatch flew in Continue reading →

4.13 broken english – aysha

when my mother struggles to spell a word in English I want to break the entire language into little pieces Continue reading →

4.10 All Their Stanzas Look Alike – Thomas Sayers Ellis

All their fences All their prisons All their exercises All their agendas All their stanzas look alike All their metaphors Continue reading →

4.9 Visiting My Parents in Summer – Tishani Doshi

It seems they have always been here these crows outside the window, whom I cannot see, but hear. It seems Continue reading →

4.8 Landscape While Waiting – Nicole Terez Dutton

You are here. My whole life hopscotched above graveyards. Tall grass hissed through, ammunition sipped past poison or cocktail olives Continue reading →

4.7 Hum for the Bolt – Jamaal May

It could of course be silk. Fifty yards or so of the next closest thing to water to the touch, Continue reading →