Poetry
[OD'd on his Suboxone and not on purpose, opened in the kitchen dark a bottle]
[He called from San Francisco, I was nursing the baby, he said I have]
[You know what living means? Tits out, tits in the rain. Tits]
[Back then its hair was Cleopatraed but went toward witch, bach then when]
[Marry dull. Those who retain full access to their imaginations are crosshatched]
[How do you stand being so virtuous? My only vitue is my lack]
Blueberry Ballad
Morning Song
Cold Tahoe Today
- Reader, I by Corey Van Landingham
- Once We Were Dykes by M.K. Metz
- Girl 6 by Joy Priest
- Man by Justin Wymer
- 2 Poems by Cintia Santana
Grief, February
Ode to the J
- If Tori Amos Were a Realtor by Maya Jewell Zeller
- Walking Alone by the Riverbank Looking for Flowers by Du Fu (Tranl. by Gary Young & Yanwen Xu)
- At the Border by Lu Lun (Transl. by Gary Young & Yanwen Xu)
- Bone Catalog by Ruth Joffre
- [To witness a selkie, owl-grandmother, grief] by Kevin Phan
- Poem for the Year by Maggie Millner
- Searching by Anthony Cody
- When 49 of Our Family Were Murdered by Ian Spencer Bell
- The Summer Forecast by Shelley Wong
- Manmade Island by Cherry Pickman
- Dear Michael by Philip Schaefer
- 2 Poems by Emilia Phillips:
The Only Thing I Learned from Working at an Italian Restaurant for that one Week when I was Eighteen Was
Memento Doloris
- My Love by Rochelle Germond
- Why Gear? by Jason Koo