Reliable Supply
My fifteen dozen eggs––compulsive purchase of inherited scarcity––are delivered in blue cardboard honeycomb.
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ReadDear Memphis poems
Do you get jealous? / Here, I walk / sweatless in the sunlight / and no one tries / to fry an egg on the sidewalk. -
Read“Xenophobia” and other poems
I am quick to enter when you’re gone, freeze at your alarm. I gave up knocking long ago. -
Read“all dreaming as amputation” and other poems
on this shore, there is a body with an arm cut. / i fumble with the forsythia, that nudge of spring -
ReadRelated to Rhythm: Three Poems
what power is in my hands / my hands be power, be power, / my power is in what hands, my what / is power in whose hands. -
ReadProducts of a Revolution
In 1973 a black boy / was murdered on / my Mother’s birthday -
ReadLittle House in the Big Pandemic
At night, when Laura lay awake on her memory foam mattress, she listened and could not hear anything at all. -
ReadRebellious Joy
How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair? -
ReadThe Long Slow Suck, the Murk and Ooze
Everything I need to hear / the slug churns out / in its stream of glitter -
ReadNight Birds
Sirens wail all night on these streets / blanketed / (as in, humiliated) / by day’s hurried departure. -
Read“if I were some body, I would call new york” and other poems
and vomit all / my happy-hour alcohol / inside that earwaxed / manhole -
Readharmer/harmed: an interactive zine
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, creates the featured art for Issue 12: Before After -
ReadAn Origin Story
I could talk your ear off about the current state of Mexican-American literature. -
ReadI Know my Life Matters but How do I Translate That into Japanese?
My students & co-workers worry / if I return to America, I’ll catch COVID / or a bullet in my back.
