dorothy chan

Four Poems by Dorothy Chan

Sonnet XXV: Hong Kong Crabs Hold on for Dear Life Hong Kong crabs are holding on for dear life as Dad takes the tongs and I hold the bag. We’re in the seafood department, [...]

January 7, 2017

white sheets and cow milk by Ingrid Solbrig

January 15, 2017

I want to write [a poem] about us but there is no us There is you, far and me, too close. There is you, unknown. I want to [...]
Behavior Pattern by Frank Rubino

September 2, 2016

I have very much liked you— to feel one has acted well— My behaviors were in admiration of you and perhaps imitative [...]
Voices in the Belfry by Keith Moul

November 1, 2015

I met for years with contrary shades of my own being, pressed heatedly my claims; duly performed suitable penalties; hauled [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco

January 4, 2016

John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors [...]
Family Reunion In Three Parts by Jessica Adams

March 19, 2016

1. It had been my aunt’s room when she lived at home. And after that, when she moved back to teach at the elementary [...]
Dark Cloud by Jenya Doudareva

February 18, 2017

He hid inside Nimbostratus Gardens. Heavy damp smell of vegetation filled his throat and made his glasses foggy. For a [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

January 9, 2017

at my son’s concert on a little wooden chair next to my ex-wife in the auditorium. we don’t talk much outside of [...]
End Times by Amy Saul-Zerby

March 2, 2017

I am a bridal registry at a sex shop. You are a plane crash. I am the dental records used to identify your corpse. Our teeth [...]
Versions of the Truth by Richard King Perkins II

June 1, 2015

For J.P. In gym class, I saw his legs five times a week for three years of middle school. Those tortured limbs never stopped [...]
From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan

July 27, 2017

Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. [...]
this fish has no circadian rhythm (and it’s better off for it) by Chloe DeFilippis

March 11, 2017

the cicada in you sits on a rusted clothesline in the backyard a bird chased you into the sky once i had scarlet fever once [...]
Carnival Surprise by Tasha Coryell

August 1, 2015

People often mistook him for a Walmart greeter because of the smiley face pin he wore on his chest each day. He had never [...]

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