from Clangings
By Steven CramerI hear the dinner plates gossip
Mom collected to a hundred.
My friends say get on board,
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Love Song for a War God
By Maria Melendez KelsonEvery part of you contains a secret language.
Your hands and feet detail what you've done.
Your appetite is great, and like the sea,
Infinite Regress of War
By Myra SklarewIn the mirror of infinite regress
go back. Go back to Vietnam. To a man
who can spot a trip wire fine as a hair,
Zombie Blues Villanelle
By Tim SeiblesThere are days I believe there ain' nothing to fear
I perk up for green lights, my engine on call
But it could be the zombies are already near
“Baltimore Uproar” by Romare Bearden
By Reginald HarrisGet off here. This is a story you've
been told: these streets before the trash,
the rats, the crack-heads nodding to ghost
Cayucos
By Eduardo C. CorralA girl asleep beneath a fishing net
Sandals the color of tangerines
Off the coast of Morocco
Ghazal for the Ninth Month
By Shadab Zeest HashmiYour august birth, my taking oath as an American, were only weeks apart.
The most I can remember is your rocking to a dull ache before we were apart.
Our hill was plush, the whole place soaked up the scent of raisin pulao.
Vaivén de fantasías / Marooned
By Carlos Parada AyalaLos argonautas se albergaron
en la oscuridad de mis zapatos
y un dragón azul acudió
Blind Ambition
By Kathi WolfeI'm in my seat,
averting my eyes,
those funhouse mirrors,
