Lemandarin
I crush your skin in grasps timed like heartbeats your leak is all things bodily: color of piss, …
Poetry
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Nothing Novel
By Stephen Ira
“hand in hand with another trans man, that is, a picture of / me in Los Angeles, in the right light of grief, just a picture of not being there, being female- / assigned in Los Angeles, two, Lou has only just died, I’m not there,”
I hear the adhan & answered my father’s call
“seven nights into my eighteenth birthday, i swallowed the muslim faith / & my throat s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d into pure light.”
The Sheep and the Lambs
Never have I seen so many: hundreds of sheep and lambs, families gathered in clumps of two or …
Ghazal on the Day of & Ghazal Ghazal
“each sky’s / bloated yolk barrels toward the day of judgement. / seeded, I take seeds to stifle my soil’s waiting green.”
Johnny Cade told Ponyboy to stay gold
“our bodies / crispy cornbread edges / soak up sweet potato juice / our futures breath-bound /”
Isla Verde
Here, where children sing Vete, where we ate fried plantains and roasted pork by the roadside, water has …