En La Republica Dominicana

Hannah Ferber

I saw him there / Bare toes curled into black earth / Hunching over the infected gutter /

The Sunset Tree

Eric Bolton

It was during the summer in which I was 17 when I became the invisible boy around my house. It wasn’t so much that I had a bad home life. In fact, comparably speaking, I was raised pretty well. It…

Poems from the Chinese

David Hinton

Carrying a ch'in cased in green silk, a monk / descended from Eyebrow Mountain in the west. /

Word and Violin–Spoken Word Poems

Pireeni Sundaralingam with accompaniment by Colm O’Riain

These are the letters I leave behind me, / dull lines written for the censor's eye. / There are no stories here, only headlines, / statements of fact, shielding the truth. /

Snow

Parisa Roohipour

A torrent of white / noise affiliates, /

Disturbed

S. Kean Cattaneo

The battered gray mailbox at the end of our cul de sac used to read “400” in red letters before some neighborhood kid (who wasn’t me) stole the four and probably hung it in his bedroom next to a Red…

Fooled by the Fifty-Seven

Aidan Sherry

The fifty-seven bus has a strained relationship with its riders. It is a bus with unrivaled convenience and comfort. It takes its loyal followers sometimes within feet of their final destination. While it is a good friend to many, it…

Kicked By The Wind

Jan Rosenfeld

The years fall from you all at once / I know that now. we spent a season / watching the cat shed, after all / and she licks her paws the way I wish / ...

In the Music

Suzanne Hanser

As a child, I thrived on my family’s songs and piano music. But I did not know then all that music could do for me. Through it, I played out my desires, pain and turmoil. Through it, I invented melodies…

Middleman

John Lippincott

Have you ever been cut off by a careless biker while you were strolling peacefully down the sidewalk? That biker is usually me late for class. However, yesterday morning I was a careful and calm biker who slowly pedaled his…