Fluorescent God
their eyes already peeling the steam off my back
Category Poetry and Prose Contest
Broken Spanish
the bruise: hunger a home
Negotiating Salvation
I asked God to make me glorious. I do not deserve this ache.
Gianni
Things fall apart so much quicker than they grow.
If We Had The Day
The current ripples into our giggles, our laughs
Dirty Kitchen
Pork liempo drenched with toyo and suka this tender
Raa Haa Meem Or The 8th Type of Love
Can we make a museum out of our softness?
MUERTO DE SED AT THE BOWERY MISSION
Community of giraffes gathering at the shore
Crooked Love
Air hangs from his mouth and she locks it into place
There are no Filipinos in Mississippi
the communion of onion and garlic wafting from inside