By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Four: “A Dangerous Game”
Arturo’s was a speakeasy in the West Village. It wasn’t listed in the phone book. The club drew all the great jazz artists, before … Continue reading→
for No Mas Muertas [who provide direct aid to crossing migrants in the S Arizona border-region]
By Vincent Hiscock
i: water camp lunar eclipse
On the level. I couldn’t really
guess, a few random bits,
ground elements,
foreign parts arranged in a matrix.
Firepit, … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Three: “A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed”
I took a cab to 14th Street and decided to walk the rest of the way home. I … Continue reading→
By Sam Cha
Anybody following the Lisa Low thing?
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The Lisa Low thing’s a lot like the Ailey O’Toole thing; Ailey O’Toole being the (young, white) woman who published a bunch of poems that plagiarize—line for line, … Continue reading→
By Hannah Larrabee
I felt alone the same day
Anthony Shadid died
on horseback, his clenched lungs
echoed now in the broken wombs
of cities
crumbled stone
bonework and ash
it is a faraway ache like a dream
think of how comfortably we … Continue reading→