I am Now a Character in My Own Dystopia
Sonja Killebrew
When the after-times are kind of a lot like you imagined they might be.
Maybe Silence
Peggy Nelson
“What are these, and who are we, these invisible and unheard connections, that we only really notice when they stop?”
To Turn off the Music, Press 1
Constantine Jones
Sitting on the stoop with your morning coffee just isn’t sitting on the stoop with your morning coffee any more. A poem in polaroids.
Mirabai Rode Her Donkey Naked: Three poems in 4:33
Michelle Y. Valladares
Once we could tell bad jokes
over the copy machine
Once upon a time.
Unscheduled Time
Veasna Has
“I look around at an empty ornate gold art frame propped up at my work desk, a decorative glass decanter on a shelf, and dried flowers standing in gin bottles because I’m trying to be witty about ‘gin blossoms.’”
Feeding New York City
Jose Altamirano
“Feeding New York City under cloudy skies and damp streets is a strenuous job.”
My Psychiatrist is Two Minutes Late
Stephanie Gaitán
“I almost cry. I’ve gotten good at holding it back. I don’t think this is something to be proud of.”
Natural Alarms
Christopher Schaberg
When an intentional silence only elevates, or amplifies, our anxieties.
