by Hibah Shabkhez Born too late to be children of the spring Lost too early for the grave of the fall You fly. Grateful still that your abyss-bearing thing Is paltry, unbombed, unburnt, one-foot tall You lie. So crave fried eggs and gnaw at stalks beside Your feet guilt-chained to an exam-clock fate And…
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young violent
Arîn Mîrkan is immortal,
lighting up the death star,
setting on ten centuries like the monasteries aflame,
the brave little sternums all become
shields to tanks and heavy guns
Fortunate Son
The table was set for carnivores,
plush reds, and cynical, published bores—
darling, my subtle, every barb and bent
look was over what someone wrote or spent
antigone 11
Poem and photograph by Fargo Tbakhi. when power decreed that body un-grievable, everyone made mourning like a pet. we filled apartments with chatter. we made heaven our subtext. naseem his body draped across the border fence. the tunnels under gaza overflowed with the things we smuggled in (food, bullets, fire, nothing) and out (music, bodies,…
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Violence Is a Shapeshifter
by Ridwan Tijani
I sing Won Kere Si Number Wa in three voices. Fatai rolling dollar / a philosopher of the transcendental lyric / a man with gastric problems & whenever I’m bloated, I think of him.
Read Morequick recipe for genius
by Makalani Bandele
take a feeling
black people ain’t really felt in 600 years,
say freedom
but, sing liberty.
Literally Ashamed to Call Myself an American
by Nomax Jodevaski
Isn’t this like an empire or something?
What’s that mean if you can’t kill whoever
you want?
They Are Unkillable
by Prince Bush
The Asian Sheepshead Wrasse wakes
As a woman, rested as a man.
Fish are fanatical in their fervor for
Being vulnerable…
Lights
by Dakotah Jennifer
I am painfully aware of how alive I am… or am not. I am painfully aware of things ending & beginning. I am painfully aware of tiptoeing down the hall at night. There is no hall. There is no night.
Read Moreon seeing a beggar in Harvard Yard
by Dominick Knowles
Dominick Knowles is a queer poet and Ph.D. student in English at Brandeis University. Their areas of study include modernist literature, Marxist critique, and the poetry of the radical Left.
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