eyes swelling like a housing bubble and before i can even introduce myself, asks What should I do? The bank is trying to take my house. I have a family. I have no way to…
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You Do Not Need to Be Someone by Molly Brodak
This poem originally appeared in the 2018 issue of Portland Review. We are republishing it online in remembrance of Molly Brodak, a poet and memoirist, who passed away last month. I’m my mom and my dad….
Lindisfarne
Keening nuns turn to boreal fiends on their tidal island, filing through blind arcades fighting nor’easters. Heading chapel wise their habits keep their foreheads cozy. But the altar has gone green. The girls drop their…
Wat Nong Bua Yai
Before the State had built the dam and Mother River wet the ochre earth with her reckless kiss, our villages converged here like veins meeting at the heart or rice-grains gathering in the gut. My…
Venezia by Alex Lundy
at the first trace of blue I wandered the unpaths, finding myself thoroughly lost in a gray spritz of rain, …