Megan Malibiran

Now I fell far from worldly things and

Appreciate the lifeless wall instead

Kimberlee Mix

I am holding office hours for my class, a chance to say good-bye and swap smiles one last time. At the end of the Zoom link sits a virtual space I have curated with everything that fills the screen. My real office door is closed and for these next two hours I will be present.

Gabriel Noel

“This image of terror, and the thoughts of terror that circled it, brought back to me the conviction that here I was witnessing another manifestation of the tragedy of the United States.”

Melissa Frias

“you noticed that guy in your class just stopped joining the zoom calls that one week death tolls were really high, but your professor still calls his name when he takes attendance…”

Arpa Hacopian

I’m in my room in the Financial District, far from nature, far from the countryside, far from my home in Armenia. I feel homesick. Normally, being far from home on your first visit to New York would mean forgetting that homesickness. But this isn’t “normal.”

Maryse Sepeynith

Kids screaming outside the window

Playing and running,

Desires of outside, the sun, the birds

Alejandro D. Orengo Colón

In the middle of a pandemic, a filmmaker offers a video from a time when it was possible to cross oceans on journeys to forget.

Salar Abdoh

“Rather than peace, I lived war.”

C. Adán Cabrera

for my grandmother, who crossed deserts with naked feet and who once challenged the moon to a shouting match.

Hedayat Reda

“If I have to arrange another Zoom call, I’ll murder someone.”

Alexa Dayoan

A reflection on the real and imagined worlds in which we currently find ourselves confined. Together.

H.E. Fisher

i hold my breath

as if there is volume to spare

Ellie Culpepper

“I’ll admit, I don’t always do what I say.”

Peggy Nelson

“What are these, and who are we, these invisible and unheard connections, that we only really notice when they stop?”

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.

Michelle Y. Valladares

Once we could tell bad jokes

over the copy machine

Once upon a 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.’”