You know Frida Kahlo had one wide eyebrow / and a mustache, right? They helped define her beauty.
My grandparents know your / grandparents, that’s the size / of the town we were born / to work with.
You ask me, then / space out as I explain / the long & short / of the vowel “I.”
by Adam McCullochWhere do I start? / This is very bad. / I don’t have time for this. I am not a professional protester!
by Phil BerryThere’s a silver balloon / Over a post by the road / Where all must pause.
We are trespassers, all of us tourists / seeking out this almost ghost town
by Juleus GhuntaThe night she tried to beat me, I slept on the veranda / of the shop in the square.
Bleak, that’s a given. No sun for / days. The spring doesn’t arrive / soon enough.
It’s warm. Always / warm with some war starting up, more / children to raise.
by Suzi Banks BaumTake a deeper breath, / the kind that quiets your belly / when you stand on the cliff’s edge of a new now.
Dangerous / to let the sharks of worry swim away / after dismissing them into the open ocean
Manless I dance; my shadow follows me. / I can shift its weight, whirl with indifference.
Before I toast you with Here’s / to the Buddhist who never judges, / I’ll tell a joke about a black marble / statue of Lenin everybody thinks / is you.