Mind Herbs by Ashlie Allen
He brought me herbs, though I was not sick in the body. No one could see where the illness lived except him. First, he stuffed the herbs inside my brain, then his hands. It [...]
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Quartet for Winds and other poems by Aaron Brame
Quartet for Winds I. My mother birthed me in a skyscraper, named me after the largest city known to the world. Made me a child. Blessed me with a song from a gramophone, let [...]
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, [...]
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