National Poetry Month: Ina Cariño
before bed, he saw out of the corner / of his eye the silhouette of his own dead lolo, / waving goodbye.
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National Poetry Month: Lauren Camp
a jeweled delusion that took the whole side / of the house by the basketball hoop safe to say all / my childhood I came in the back door spinning
National Poetry Month: Maya Marshall
Every house I passed looked like anywhere I’d want to live. I wanted / and wanted: a house, a family, a house, a family,
A Fierce Kind of Hope: A Conversation with Brooke Shaffner
I don’t think we can find a way forward without facing what we have done to each other and our home.
National Poetry Month: Steven Leyva
:: one month of gap coverage :: can’t be sick / in August :: can’t be this tired today :: can’t be poor ever ::
A Comedy of Venture Capitalism: Ryan Chapman’s The Audacity
PrevYou is the hottest startup in Silicon Valley . . . The only problem? The claims are phony.
National Poetry Month: Ariana Brown
Go to a llantero Uncle Junior would trust. Never go to the dealership. Never pay full / price for anything. If you do, you should love it.
“Pregnancy as a Haunted House:” A Conversation with Clare Beams
To me [metaphor] feels connected to the heart of fiction: I’m making a whole fantastical thing in order to capture the essence of a real state or feeling, in order to give myself a language for it.
National Poetry Month: Steven Espada Dawson
Us, less scared of La Jura, more scared of her— / only one we knew could square up and make even
National Poetry Month: Sawako Nakayasu
Are they on a mission, do they have a
purpose, / are they trying to do anything specific at all? Are they on the edge of a cliff or / are they on stable footing?
