Issue 155

Winter & Spring 2019

Image from New Arctic

Poetry Tina Chang Poetry Tina Chang

Prophecy

I will strike down whitecaps of longing on which the boats sail, Mama
I will strike down the buildings in which reside clouds of ammunition, Mama
I will explode the vicissitudes of hatred, armed guards
with jagged swords, with shields in the name of patience,

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Poetry Dustin Pearson Poetry Dustin Pearson

Paternity

The door swung open. It was Dad. He was back after four hundred years.
My brothers and I were still dangling, nailed to the wall
where he left us, arms excitedly skyward at the sight of him
like we knew he wanted. He picked us up one by one and tossed us,

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