Humped and smashed into the bottle.
Short breath, misting up sides of the bottle.
Sweating and suffocating with fear.
Your screaming voice piercing the inside of your brain.
We sit on the pavement earthen with spots of brown,
Above us copper red faces, everlasting.
Why are we under this full moon stained with neon?
Here, hundreds of red-stained faces, everlasting.Read More
Smiling, teeth clenched, the Trump women
pitch tents of hands and purses over their uh, laps
at the debates. "He is not a groper," Ivanka insists,
while Tiffany sidesteps his embrace.
Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Out my window hibiscus branches
burst into blooms, palm fronds
full and fringed, and a woman carries
a yellow jug filled at the central spigot—
a heavy load. The slap of her flip flops
slows at my open door. I offerRead More
A hero rose up in the land
to take hatemongers by the hand
and justify our tendencies
to demonize our enemies.
What sweet relief! You’re not alone
in thinking liberals tap your phone
or that we need a giant wall.
Those Mexicans are rapists, y’all.
At last, it’s safe to speak your mind
that immigrants should be confined
in prison camps. It’s back in vogue
to be a bold Islamaphobe.Read More
Sneha Subramanian Kanta