fall 2021
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She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
When I See Lake Water
Kristin LaFollette
On the Straightaway to the Rockies
Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator
A Nova Scotian Night Light
Ryan Smith
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
i decay, bro
i keep thinking of @EmilyYoon saying that she
keeps thinking of “idk” as “i decay”
—陳琛, @chenchenwrites on Twitter
i decay each time i swipe up & scroll
in the void idk if hashtags revive justice
the revolution will not be televised, they say
but will it livestream on the internet? idk
whenever someone calls the cops i decay
because idk who will be choked next, u kno?
i decay knowing corporal punishment is alive
& well, the death penalty still exists
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idk if daniel dae kim or wu thought of this when they offered a reward
of $25K à la crimestoppers for info concerning a young Black suspect
like bro, u realize it’s p much legal to commit murder
against Black and Brown bodies, right?
i, too, decay whenever an elder takes a blow
in oakland or new york or my hometown
across the azn diaspora we’re thinking
that coulda been my grandma, my auntie, my mom, i know
we just want to protecc our own, so
idk if i can blame daniel dae kim, wu, u or me
as much as i can blame a collective amnesia
we’re not all the same asian, obvi
yet we all decay at the same fingertips
of a supremacy that is teaching us
to stifle such minor feelings
like these and those and theirs &
bro, it’s not
just us
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& a poem isn’t a synonym
for justice, i know
neither is a hashtag tho
both compose protest
these days a poem is
all i can hold in
my Yellow palms
clenched into fists
tightlylikeso invoking
words in white spaces
persisting on a page
as i decay—