ASHWANI KUMAR
Before the sun has risen
A wild duck goes from the beach to beach
In his frail and light boat.
He sails past all the gloom and grief
Meets anonymous sailors wearing ill-fitted sonnets.
Wild Duck in the Sea
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SL LIM
So you might think it’s hopeless, my darling;
and let’s face it, it probably is.
Jomon has nine lives
BARNALI RAY SHUKLA
Coffins don’t mean an end
some are beginnings
A House Big Enough to Never Leave
CAITLIN MALING
They say grief eventually leaves
the body like nail clippings flushed
Apératif
EMILY SUN
Hitler loved his dog.
But is that humanity?
TELEGRAMAPHONE
POET OF NO NAME
Night is born out of night
Moon is just born out of moon
Every Time I Visit
OMAR SAKR
My grandmother retells the night and the morning
of her son my father dying.
I love you
PRIYA KAHLON
VI. This love holds me
when I will not be held
here is what we have between us
ANDREW SUTHERLAND
(6) always, there is a dream of a home.
Melania Trump
JESSICA YU
does she long for anything
did he promise her half his kingdom
SAM MORLEY
Unravelling on the beach
hides darkening in the sun
are the bodies of a forest
whose foliage once slipped in
spokes of underwater light.
