Chord

Chord that is your satin purple dress, love’s good synesthesia. / Chord that is your classroom’s chalked board, its elementary figures. More

Two Poems by Javier Zamora

Don has always been the wrong word. Not Don: / redacted addresses, .38s, clips in back-pockets. / To see how many he’ll kill, his grandson / throws rocks at… More

Two Poems by Kate Colby

In hindsight, everything is an omen of everything // that comes after it, regardless of cause. / Or regardmore. There, I’ve coined it. // Everything has been coined at… More