How Can Brown People Write About Birds At a Time Like This
“this / world cuts away my patience at knife point for one / reason—to resurrect my hurricane.”
“this / world cuts away my patience at knife point for one / reason—to resurrect my hurricane.”
By Razraseny
“Day 38: Language Malfunction / I tried to say light. / What came out / was the taste of calcium.”
“in one dream, a rain shower in every room, matchbook tucked / into the hem of a yellow dress / fountain tumbling with smoke instead of water,”
By Lisa Compo
“Night collapsed into day. Silence fell, / somewhere a new dimension grew.”
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By Sylvia Fox
“Here I kiss the peach fuzz undersides of dandelion leaves, / of sharp-edged thistle for the tingle left behind, / my mouth a new land too”
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“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”