This poem was nominated for The Best of the Net. foxtail flower, cunning loveliness, leave me to eat until i’m full, fill up on bitterness. before it is our house it is – to me – one basement, a roving plane of parties where i drink to stomachache. i don’t know now if i ever […]
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Magnolia tattoo—
by Emma Eisler
died May 2020. Had been withering already from my ribs; trampled petals, leaves rubbed to mush. Your hand [a hand is not a metaphor, is not creation] tugging root from marrow, apology from tongue. Once, I got very high in a room I don’t like to think about, and every object shook off its dust […]
An Interview with Dramatist Diana Burbano
by Janis Butler Holm
I am passionate about allowing people to exist where they are instead of trying to make them fit into boxes.
Southern Thundering
by Gustav Hibbett
This poem was selected as a finalist for the 2021 MAYDAY Poetry Prize. I. It wasn’t until today I learned that tornadoes are born from thunderstorms. I have only ever known the kind that come on in the evenings, soft but flanked with wind, bearing shade to ease late summer heat. I only know […]
Collaborative Gender(s): A Review of Ava Hofmann’s MY MY SUMMER OF TOTAL FFAILURE
by Robin Gow
The poems leave me curious about what it means to create these distinctions and what we can learn from our edges of “self.”
2 Poems
by Miguel Avero, translated from the Spanish by Jona Colson
Exemplary You glimpse a slight copy of liquid belly. Talk about the wind, breed waves on each page, breeding breezes on their veneers. You examine that other in the water-logged bookshelf. Give a meticulous detail of tears opting down very tense cheeks. But this one you pose in your hands (leaves fall apart like butterflies […]
The Perpetual Garden with Clement Oladipo and Kandis Williams
by Corey Durbin
I rode my bike to Ridgewood, Queens, where Clement was already outside rolling a cigarette.
The Cousin’s Secret
by Lindsay Wilson
This poem was nominated for The Best of the Net and was selected as a finalist for the 2021 MAYDAY Poetry Prize. When her eldest son died, her youngest and I placed two fighting beta fish into the small pond by the front door. You need to understand how much they were promised. […]
Tia Marilena’s Rainbow Eggs
by Xenia Lane
This story was selected as a finalist for the 2021 MAYDAY Fiction Prize. There’s been a crisis of eggs. Tia Mari’s eggs, to be exact. I call them the rainbow eggs due to their astonishing, colored patterns. She’s collected them all her life. Her nickname, Marihuevo, was inspired by her obsession. Tio Javi is trying […]
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by Roger Lindo, translated from the Spanish by Matthew Byrne
Pero yo ya no soy yo … [But I am not myself anymore …] – Federico García Lorca, Romance sonámbulo Sometimes I dream I’m waist-deep in a sea of dwarf water lettuce other times, I’m traveling interminably on the highway and my countenance is reflected in the green reflections of what I did […]
