Humanness does allow for some prudent bleeding.
I am ungloved in a sabbath of spit. Only the turn of cement can arc Black.
I am blue damage, mother-gut & tower. Truth: we are all for rent.
Red, lined systems. The door out is green & full.
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Issue 68
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- J. Mae Barizo
- Aziza Barnes
- Stephen J Boyer
- Wo Chan
- Cathy Linh Che
- Rio Cortez
- Maxe Crandall
- Justine el-Khazen
- Jessica Rae Elsaesser
- Rachel Eliza Griffiths
- Monica Hand
- Ricardo Hernandez
- Paul Hlava
- Rosamond S. King
- Esther Lin
- Andriniki Mattis
- Vikas K. Menon
- Timothy Ree
- Danniel Schoonebeek
- Andrew Seguin
- Xena S Semjonova
- Vincent Toro
- Paul Tran
- Aldrin Valdez
- Jeannie Vanasco
- Tishon Woolcock
- Yanyi
- Elizabeth Zuba
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Aziza Barnes
Aziza Barnes is blk & alive. Born in Los Angeles, she currently lives in Bedstuy, New York. She is a poetry & non-fiction editor at Kin Folk Quarterly, a Callaloo fellow, a graduate from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts, and a current candidate for her MFA in Poetry at University of Mississippi. Photo by Dexter Jones.Poetry
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