poetry

Mon coeur n’a plus 20 ans

Mon coeur n’a plus 20 ans

Par Elena Stoodley Sur mon coeur, j’ai gravé “Envoie” et sous ma nuque, “Reçois.” Deux heures de souffrance pour dénouer...

Origines

Origines

Par Mercure à la mer Fille orientale, d’où viens-tu? J’aime ton accent, où l’as-tu appris? Où as-tu appris à parler français?...

The Men Who Loved My Body (And the Things They Said)

The Men Who Loved My Body (And the Things They Said)

By Caleb Luna He asks me about my first time ‘I think I was 23. It was a first date’...

A Molt in the Afternoon

A Molt in the Afternoon

By Anna Vail I have my red fruits to eat today, in time for your going. All peel and pile...

Curtain (White)

Curtain (White)

By Jess Goldson Sounds clatter, Drowning out the waves that wash over me. Crowded landscapes lose meaning, Undefined by the...

My Afro

My Afro

By Jess Goldson My afro grows up toward the sun like tulips in the spring. Up, up, my curls defy...