



Greener Grass
Thushanthi Ponweera
Those days, I knew what time it was
and I didn’t have to wonder
what was happening beyond my room door.


PORTER WAGONER
Kenneth Pobo
In his blue Nudie suit,
he looked like fireworks
seen from a barn loft.

Notes—The Imagination in Solitude
Gabriel Noel
By media standards, Bill Watterson is a recluse. But Calvin and Hobbes demonstrated the creative potential of the solitary imagination left to its own devices.

4:33 Memories
Kenneth Pobo
“This morning I’m thinking about things I loved in 1967. I’m starting out with The Monkees.”

The Shape of a Name
Purnima Anand
How to exorcise a painful love from the tip of your tongue.


After the desecration of my loved one’s workplace with graffiti calling them a nigger.
Jordan Starck
“To the “nigger” scribbler
scrambling in the dark:”

Standing still by the banks of a river in Scotland
Camila Contreras
“We wander in the sun before stopping
–along the banks of the River Teith
my feet are at rest, but my mind is flying far away”

Spray-Painted Swastika
Barbara Daniels
“I walked among trees
every day till I found a swastika
painted on asphalt.”


Uncharted Territory
Kelly Esparza
“I was drawn to a place I’d never been to before. It was like a secret that I’d stumbled upon—one that was special and all mine.”

Overheard in a Church Basement on Christmas Eve
Catherine Gigante-Brown
Poem for a man in search of some basic human dignity.


Biting a Penny
DS Maolalaí
“the city, from
some angles, explodes
like an overstuffed flowerpot.”

The City of its Own Truth
Daniel Romo
“When you are here, you are always on a permanent vacation from gentrification.”

The Assessment
Elianna Lippold-Johnson
“We are sorry to inform you
but the house must come down.”

433 Notes: “Why do we love birds?”
Marisabel Rodriguez Ramos
A conversation on birds and the anthropocene with Erik Anderson, author of Bird (Bloomsbury, 2020)