Amphibians

By Joseph O. Legaspi Amphibians live in both.

Immigrants leave their land,
hardening in the sea.

Out of water.

Set the Garden on Fire

By Chen Chen My friend’s new neighbors in the suburbs
are planting a neat row of roses
between her house & theirs.

By Kevin McLellan The blur of
bodies
scattering

By David-Matthew Barnes I remember the rhythm at night:

Your hips wanting mine,
to grind our street-smart

By Kevin Simmonds I can write a poem
to the limbs of a grandmother
seeded in a scorched field
where her house stood

By Pablo Miguel Martinez the math of dance
the math of breath
counting 4 / 4

By Eduardo C. Corral Are the knees & elbows
the first knots
the dead untie?

By Reginald Harris Get off here. This is a story you've
been told: these streets before the trash,
the rats, the crack-heads nodding to ghost

By Eduardo C. Corral A girl asleep beneath a fishing net
Sandals the color of tangerines
Off the coast of Morocco

By Joseph Ross Hammering on rocks
can break the hammerer's back
when stooped