Pet By Kurt Schultz

Pet By Kurt Schultz

Pet By Kurt Schultz Kinda clammy, kinda wet,the goldfish kinda needs a vet.A little pale and looking ill,the doctor thinks she needs some pills.The pills won’t do, get a knife,he’ll operate and save her life.Too late, too late, she’s looking worse,hurry, someone call...
When words are not enough By Ann-Hoa Thi Nguyen

When words are not enough By Ann-Hoa Thi Nguyen

When words are not enough By Anh-Hoa Thi Nguyen For Philando Castile, his family, and our community He was no oneto me, but neverno body Yet in an instanthe becameevery body Every body sacrificed Every body agonizing Every bodyscreaming Does there needto be warto be a...
Philando Castile By Norita Dittberner-Jax

Philando Castile By Norita Dittberner-Jax

Philando Castile By Norita Dittberner-Jax In that Cathedral atop the highest hill in Saint Paul,we gathered for Philando. He came on a white catafalquedrawn by horses, his coffin carried up the hill by pallbearersin white suits into the nave of the Cathedral,...
If I declare the obvious By Kayla Gray

If I declare the obvious By Kayla Gray

If I Declare the Obvious By Kayla Gray After Ada Límon’s “The Conditional” What if you stayed a little longer?What if you told the afterlife to shove it?What if I picked up the phone to your voice?What if you greeted me like I was a foreign diplomatthat you had waited...
Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost

Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost

Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost In the crystal hothouse to escape the cold I am here, at last. Wrapped myself in gray wool, blue parka, scarf, mittens, galoshes. Tissue in my pocket. Slipped just once on slick black ice on the way over. Now I undress. Unwind my neck,...