to be local means to memorize water and compare individual waves
to shapes ur hands make.

—Karolina Zapal

The touch was too personal, condescending, audacious, and misogynistic. But more than anything, it was lonely and kind.

Damara Martin reads
"Bruised Georgia Peaches in Miami"

“There is a wideness in God’s mercy, like the wideness of the sea.” I thought of our lake that couldn’t wash away the filth of this city. Of our river that burned so many years ago and still seemed to burn.

—Inga Schmidt

To mislabel the promise / of honey as merely something added to enhance / flavor is to disrespect its viscosity and heft as existing / in our tissue, in our animal body.

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The Water Cycle II

In our world’s glorious, savage unconcern, there are fogs.

In the Guest Room, by Tatiana Forero Puerta

In the guest room, in a house
that’s not our own
Mami’s machine beeps.

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The Sleeping Wall

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"A wonderous, trembly thing" -- Mark Ari

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Audio Feature: Karolina Zapal reads her poem “To Be Local”

go ahead / breathe in carbon dioxide and break down in the fall. the less human / u seem the better. stay right where u are so they can find u.

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