Love Letter to M
It’s two in the morning, and I remember what my grandmother warned me about again and again: “It’s the hour of ‘ushimitsu doki.’”
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Readan atlas for winter
how can I love like this, / eating the bones of the sun, / its corpse of light, its flammable horizons— -
ReadOn Inheritance
What if, when you ran your fingers along the embroidery, you could hear the voices of your ancestors? -
ReadAPI requests for present dystopia
Weather lights a mouth as vines drink sun in windowed rooms, / but I lied before. -
ReadPorch Pull Up Ep. 204
“Tinkering a Way, Together: An Interview with Plastivap Inventor Mirukosee Balan” -
ReadSpell to Be Said Against Anxiety
Until the fodder of the fraught mind becomes the burnable legs of a useless table, / fuel only for compassion. -
ReadRadical Futurity
How do we enact the kind of expansive futuring that can chart a path to an otherwise world? -
ReadEditor’s Note
For this issue, we are examining the building blocks that make up our society and considering how to dismantle them so that we might create anew. -
ReadThe Chicken for Dinner
In this implantation there is thick blood / so red it sings to black, so viscous it could be shaped / in the hands like clay. -
ReadGrowing Cilantro
And after / one hundred twenty days, we / pinched at her stems. -
Read“Revolution” and Other Poems
you’re burning what does it taste / like when god makes mistakes -
ReadWhy Are We Spiraling Around the Campfire?
The snake bites its tail in a desperate attempt to live, does so, and dies. / But it lives again and again, the story told over and over. -
ReadThe Ones Who Walk Away
The sinking feeling trailed me as I worked my way around the room: There’d been a precious opening, and I’d wasted it. -
Read“Bwah-ju-yoh.”
In my writing, my father is ‘Dad,’ because I need this less intimate address as a buffer from what I have lost, left behind, or perhaps never even had. -
ReadProtest Song in Six Verses
Blue ash of skin between the rubble, a child’s body buried beneath concrete, these images are stitched beneath my eyelids, stuck.