Listening to Myself ~ Veronica Garis

When my partner and I arrived at my terminal at JFK, I pulled my tattered suitcase out of the trunk — my fingers leaving their damp prints clinging to the handle. Jayson insisted on lugging it the rest of the way to the airport. “No, I can do this by myself,” I told...

You, in November ~ Annie Murphy

Burgundy leaves, same internal clock buzzing, The routine repeats. The tune alerts the sleepers, That their dreams will stay as such, that the misfortunes   Of this cataclysmic space, makes the cool air crack, mid blow. Iridescent howls bring us back to the time...

You Didn’t Know ~ Veronica Garis

You didn’t know how America would mold us. You didn’t know the falsehood of the American Dream. Your Russian tongue slowly lost its song and shattered China Decorated the floor as you stood Practicing the same words over and over. You turned the blame inward and...

Yo Soy Puertoriqueño ~ Hannah Cardona

They look at me as if my caramel color leaks all over their white pavement, tainting the ground underneath the soles of their feet.   As abuelita and I speak on the phone about her new rojo bandana, they listen to me as if my Spanish words are bulleting out of my...

When Upon the Beach One Night ~ Tyler Gerber

I saw beneath the pale moonlight On ebony sand like painted glass A most unwelcome fire’s light Whence from it came I could not guess   I knew at just a passing glance What I could see as the light neared And in my vision fire danced It came to feed upon my fear...