“River, river– / lift up your roaring tongue to heaven, / swear you do not have my mother / in your belly.”
This June, Benjamin Bartu spotlights four poems for Pride Month.
By Louie Leyson
“here, words for woman depend / on the body’s proximity / to dusk, which is not the opposite / of light but its refraction.”
By Maya Kikuchi
“prioritize chaos on high / knees and kicked butts. / essentialize oil and free / fats.”
By Brian Builta
I don’t pray but my body speaks in wracks and / heaves. I sigh. My heart does its own thing, the organs / comply.
By Amanda Hope
“When I could not disappear my humanity, I tried being amiable, / as though good cheer were an argument for existence.”
“In real life, deadened by self-knowledge: / what would it mean to slice and study now?”
“shame / is just another word for refusing to burn / down the palace”
By Megan Kim
This May, Megan Kim spotlights four poems for Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.