
Love Poems in the Wasteland
By Guo Feifei
“I’d / let the quiet wastelands of our bodies overlap, be / watched by our neighbors in this country.”
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By Guo Feifei
“I’d / let the quiet wastelands of our bodies overlap, be / watched by our neighbors in this country.”
By CP Nwankwo
“what if / circuits vegetate like synapses in / a springing vine— / & all the dew-code glistens in blue sky?”
By Blue Nguyen
“Translation: / everything / is / oranges: / a cathedral / a small god.”
“Late now and the ward has quieted / Still I can’t sleep this IV in my arm / the day stuck on my brow”
“Today here in March, a new study revealed we’ve lost 22% of the butterflies on this planet. I mean, we are not separate from nature so it’s crucial as human beings that we are always noticing, always observing while we have butterflies around, for example. We have everything to lose if we forget.”
By Bella Zhou
“December’s flint and mudrust eats the shadows of long-maned mountains, lifting the latch of your body from its cheap blue seat.”
By Megan Spring
“I composed beautiful desperate letters / And you a phrase // Damn you,”
“the wound across his back becomes / a mouth wide open, filled with blood, and me, / his child standing next to the body. / newly awakened”
By Eli Karren
“Our neighborhood drowns // in the violet hue of summer stolen, while evening arrives / like blueberries to concrete,”