Checkmate by Bartholomew Barker

I taught my wife chess too well. She countered all my moves with ease. "Chinese or pizza tonight?"   I didn't care. "Pick one."   Okay— Chinese. "Let's get pizza." There were also good times— long talks on hikes with dogs, laughs over sushi and sake but just enough rejection that I felt like failure.... Continue Reading →

Night Air by Tobias Maxwell

I want to steal the night air, Make it my captive. Bathe my skin With its dewy magic. The starlit Spray that fills my lungs, replenishes My spirit. I’m reminded of being alive In the stillness between midnight and dawn. The lushness evoked by the crickets’ hymn, A song that sends my soul searching For... Continue Reading →

And Sadness by John Tustin

It’s the noise the used umbrella makes when it’s closed and thuds wetly on the floor and it’s the boy waving wanly goodbye and getting on the bus and it’s her trying to be nice to you because she wants something and your skin crawls more than usual and it’s the same songs cynically played... Continue Reading →

Indigo by Eric Persaud

Packed us up shipped us off across seas Indian to Caribbean lowest caste captive labor   Chains torn indigo to gold settled again away up North among new faces for raw hopes   Where we are told Go back home! And we would if only we knew what was home Photo by Pok Rie on... Continue Reading →

Vestiges by Laura Stringfellow

We are driving home. Dark stretches across the sky. Rain thumps the windshield. From the back seat, my gaze is steady on the glass, moving lines of rain held between the profiles of my parents―my mother's black hair against the seat, the rigid musculature of my father.   Square lighted windows of houses glare like... Continue Reading →

Building Blocks by Fabrice Poussin

Seeking a purpose on the curious island surrounded by land to the farthest peaks lush prairies devoid of what he once knew. Abandoned was the hope of a kin stranger in the lives of those once near not even a plea could reach his teary gaze. Space empty as the cosmos imprisoned his flesh tighter... Continue Reading →

Habibi by Andrea Festa

Seated in Sukhasana, head over heart heart over pelvis, I lower my gaze to my chest. Large pores, nascent stages of wrinkling, span my cleavage. Boldly on display, joining blood blisters and freckles and fine baby hairs. I’m proud of these marks. My mom has them. My aunt, too, who bronzes better than all the... Continue Reading →

All My Failures by J.J. Campbell

her lovely eyes remind me of all my failures   each kiss a weapon aimed directly at this darkened heart   i'm too stubborn to count my blessings   this depression will slowly kill me   even if the most beautiful woman in the world does everything she can to stop it Photo by Jonathan... Continue Reading →

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