Torso
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
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IV. Wheel Spinning
By Natalie IllumThe first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.
Solstice in Lhasa
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
The New Religion
By Chris AbaniThe body is a nation I have never known.
The pure joy of air: the moment between leaping
from a cliff into the wall of blue below
from Things I Don’t Miss From My Youth
By A.B. Spellmanflorene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
The Refugee
By Lillian AllenSilence rocks the night
nerve stretch tight
snapping left and right
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VOODOO V: ENEMY BE GONE
By Patricia SmithThe storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
memories fractured
from Nights of 1990
By Richard McCannWhat I could not accept was how much space
his body was taking with it: for instance, the space where
I was standing, the dazed fluorescence of his hospital room
Mud Mothers
By Lenelle Moïsethe children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
America, I Sing Back
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso