Poetry A Type of Crying by Marcus Jackson You can cry quite long in a diner without much interruption, assuming the diner is only moderately populated, the décor is outdated and immaculate, and you are capable of the type of crying during which tears do not disrupt your posture. You must hold inside a muscular sorrow and a sense of endurance for torture Spring 2019 Read
Poetry Baltimore Orioles by Lyndsey Kelly Weiner When asked the date of their return in spring, google provides baseball timetables. In a May snowstorm, a male grasps the tine of the hummingbird feeder with prehistoric feet. His wife, yellow-chested to his orange, builds her pouch of a nest in a high tree, ejecting eggs of parasitic cowbirds. In spring twenty years ago, Summer 2021 Read
Poetry When Kali Runs in Your Veins by Ashley Somwaru Her body shaking, she raises her ankle up to her waist, palm up palm down, arms vibrating bangles to the elbow. This bank teller turned devi who swallows flames, takes the soot from her mouth and rubs it into foreheads. Sticking her blackened tongue out, she’ll start searching for men to gather at her feet. Summer 2021 Read
