Baye [or Baay]
By Oumar Dieng ● 2025
Oumar Dieng’s poem Baye [or Baay] is written in Wolof (originated from the West Atlantic brand of the Niger-Congo language family, it is the official language of Senegal and is spoken in The Gambia and Mauritania). He read his poem at Sisyphus Brewing, Minneapolis MN.
Sama baay demna
Demna ag pussiéru Sahra-bi
Ci kaw géej bu réy bi
Solitude
By Mugu Ganesan ● 2025
Mugu Ganesan's poem Solitude is written in Urdu (an Indo-Aryan language spoken by hundreds of millions of people in South Asia, particularly in Pakistan and India, and also in diaspora communities worldwide). He read his poem at Sisyphus Brewing, Minneapolis MN.
Tanha dil pyaasa hai phir se shayad yeh sham dhalne ko hai
Saje mehfil mein mai ki dariyaa behene ko hai!
Since the beginning
By Mugu Ganesan ● 2025
Mugu Ganesan's poem Since the beginning is written in Urdu (an Indo-Aryan language spoken by hundreds of millions of people in South Asia, particularly in Pakistan and India, and also in diaspora communities worldwide). He read his poem at Sisyphus Brewing, Minneapolis MN.
Ek baat keh ni thi aap se shuru se
Aap acche lagte hain mujhe shuru se!
An international student, detained by ICE in Minneapolis, buys lilies for Easter brunch
By Sook Jin Ong 翁淑君 ● 2025
I want to walk to the grocery store, the one that gives me that big box experience, to pick out lilies, berries, and hot cross buns. April is approaching, and
My Mother Smoking a Cigar
By Loren Niemi ● 2025
It was on her 80th birthday That I offered and she accepted A Cuban. Her first. Her last. It was Mother’s Day And I had come to plant flowers To
Fighting B(l)ack Pain
By Davida Kilgore ● 2025
no gain no pain in the ass fast forward 2 inflammation swelling inflammatory response telling the body you hurt real bad pain prowls sidelines lounging hard words scrounging up adjectives
How the Body Wears Its Sorrows
By Joshua Preston ● 2025
limbs like vines reach for sky but find only themselves to climb the arms make a ring the legs step through & twisting bending writhing a man ties himself into
Upon learning that an angler fish is small enough to fit in the palm of your hand,
By Kait Quinn ● 2025
I finger the hard knob, now slightly larger than a pea, beneath the flesh of my right forearm, which the doctor told me was nothing to worry over, but now
Alive in the Mississippi River Valley:
By Marge Barrett ● 2025
bald eagle rises, climbs, settles atop an immense nest; cormorant; peregrine falcon; murders of crow ride fearsome black sky waves; vulture circles; red-tailed hawk hangs out; red-headed woodpecker drills tree
On Being The Artist
By Mary Barghout ● 2023
Maybe in learning the shapes of your strength You will one day be able to return To the small sounds of your softness Maybe your softness is The most courageous
Untitled
By Chong Yang ● 2022
Cia lub ntiaj teb los ua koj lub vaj Tus njuj neeg yog ib lub paj, xim twg los zoo Txoj kev tsaus ntuj yuav tsis kav Ib pliag xwb,
Minnesota Nice
By Ty Chapman ● 2022
At fifteen, I watched a cop shove a child down concrete school steps, his body flailing between impacts. His skull battered to fragments. Crimson rivering down a well-ironed shirt.