Every Morning I Take a Bus Through the West Bank (II)
We Discover a Thing Called Growth • The Death of this River
Queer is a Verb
Spotlight: Mel Dunn
Potpourri • When I Worked at a Dry Cleaners I Wore Gloves
Personal Pronouns
Precious Rubbish: Post-Election
Still Life/Wallpaper: Paintings
Dear Memphis poems
And They Said It Would Be Divine
On Race and Small Talk with the Neighbors
Participant | Observer
If I were any more ambidextrous I’d slap my own ass left handed • Ain’t dere no more
Electrician’s Litany
like [my] mother, like me
