Poetry

HUSSAIN AHMED

Ice Cream and Blood
 
 

Chromatography was our best chance,

to separate blood from

the ice cream. I see there’s little oil

in the world

to make this love go round…
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AILEEN BASSIS

A Girl Who Was Born Without a Mother
 
 

She could be progeny from another

universe where metal coalesced

with blood and salt—she emerges

with a scattering of nails and rust,

chewing gum and baby hair…
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ALEXIS BATES

Unsolicited Advice (About That Boy)
 
 

My roommate stops me from tossing

the bananas, already browning,

the rot makes them better

for the stomach to digest…
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JAMES BLEVINS

Helios
 
 

In the smoke of morning, she takes

off the sun’s clothes for me,

holds them up by two fingers,

before letting them fall upon

the earth…
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MOUSHUMI CHAKRABARTY

Illegal
 
 

Imagining a landscape is easy

What is not

Is grappling with its spirit and pull.

In the Piazza del Signoria…
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SAVANNAH COOPER

Fragments
 
 

Under the deepest, darkest sky,

I drive home. Only the stars

tacked across its bruise-blue

surface keep it from falling,

collapsing around me like a sheet…
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NATALIE CRICK

Two Poems
 
 

The whisper

Wicks from her lips.

A soothing salve.

She bends, twists,

Feet touching the walls…
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JESSICA LEE

My mom found my condoms
 
 

I’m eight hundred miles away

and my family is painting over the red

walls of teenage bedroom/boudoir,

boxing up

the contents of my flower-knobbed…
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D.S. MAOLALAI

A bowl of oranges
 
 

with you away

I sleep a lot

and not often alone.

my bedroom is a bowl of oranges…
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KRISTIAN O’HARE

Two Poems
 
 

Even the creeping myrtle

doesn’t stand a chance against

the lily-of-the-valley

as it storms the lawn, a cluster

of dark-green lanceolate leaves…
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