There was the smell of the rain. (The smell of the chocolate, the warm fabric.)
Even after she died, she could still remember them.
— Leah Browning
Uheida - Prelude
I lit all the candles/ felt nocturnal as space/ feasted my eyelashes on the wishes they could make/ with all this eyesight/ all this abundancy of breathing
Bai - Writing with Blood
Remind her of a poem—five characters per line, four lines—and blood will rush to her mouth like a river to sea.
— Catherine Bai
Tolan - Rena
The women sat in a semi-circle around Rena like an unorganized Greek chorus. Chairs of various kinds flanked the bed. ... I went from chair to chair, kissing each woman hello and collecting compliments like candy at Halloween.
Lopez Smith - Dirt
The morning hen poop is thick and gooey, and for me, shit sweeping is my daily reminder, as a rabbi advised centuries ago, to carry a paper in one pocket that says: I am but dust and ashes.
—Lisa López Smith
Yasmin Kloth - Ashes
Each year the bones of my ancestors / turn more brittle and gray. / I think how so many must be buried / in the shade of cedar trees. Others, in reeds by the Nile.
—Yasmin Mariam Kloth
Interview and Gallery
Anna Lena - Inner Room
Abate. Treat me. Adorn me, / lightly: salt, crimson, /
a quarter of the sky
—Anna Lena Phillips Bell
Eli Karren - Safe Search
at what point do I stop looking back / wishing I’d known better?
Rose Banks - 3 Days Notice
When the interviewer asks if there is any other place you can go, you’ll say no while biting down the excuses your godmother made up for not taking you in.
Amy Jarvis -- Architecture
what has our tongue? / what has our tongue that this river don’t?