Relic, I cannot cut my way
By Tola Sylvan
“then i am standing outside / your love and it divides / into three neat tent flaps: / lily, lilac, orange.”
By Tola Sylvan
“then i am standing outside / your love and it divides / into three neat tent flaps: / lily, lilac, orange.”
By Kathleen Loe
“already the trees are emptying / my memories of green. / river shines the color of glare.”
By Norman Tran
“Every 4th of a / second, a new future is born. Every 17 seconds, a future leaves behind only a scent. I / wonder what an almost future smells like. The smell of rusted incense.”
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By Kuhu Joshi
“Unafraid of the street dogs’ / persistent sniffing, the wet Delhi wind, / she nuzzled their jaws in her lap and talked to them / like babies.”
By Yuhan Wu
“It is plum rain season and the air is full of things opening too quickly. / In this mumbling wetness something ripens.”
Every middle of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your work to find its audience. Here is a roundup of ten submission opportunities with deadlines in the next two months.