truong in his living room & other poems
we were walking we could have
been in november instead of
june i could have been
a handsome doctor instead of
depends
sweating myself waterlogged i
could have been wheat noodle
lexicon or sweetened something
written on your hand
By Dusty Neu.
Jen Nia Mondo & other poems
seed held up to the light
oh how I love those little bones
when the women paint her hands with henna
they dip the brushes into lemon juice
to fix the pigment and no-one has eaten
since sun-up
the sheep gather nervously
By Rachel Sills.