
visiting my parents after my dad puts up a MAGA sign
By Aether
“the world outside wasn’t real / laid inside its steeple, let sunlight drift in / through its stained glass of vines and leaves.”
By Aether
“the world outside wasn’t real / laid inside its steeple, let sunlight drift in / through its stained glass of vines and leaves.”
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“The sun lazes up / there as if drunk on Bolivian moonshine and altitude, // as we are.”
By Qiang Meng
“I read The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixin and believed our / universe was foldable like aluminum foil.”
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By Paul Ilechko
“sitting on a broken fence as the crabs // split their shells chunks of raw abalone / dripping from the beaks of gulls”
By Guo Feifei
“I’d / let the quiet wastelands of our bodies overlap, be / watched by our neighbors in this country.”