By Hand You stood at some imaginedprecipice complaining aboutthe circuitry of your skin the way the cells weresoldered by a boy whosefather never taught him how. You remembered coweringin their workshop, the mooddull as grass…
Browsing Category Spring 2024
A Review of Slow Render by Jess Yuan
Jess Yuan’s Slow Render–winner of the 2022 Airlie Prize for poetry–is situated in a pre-post-truth world where capitalism, imperialism, and technology are still calculable and grieved on human terms, at a human scale. With the…
Stracciatella
Wrist wheedled from out honed steel, hot-washed to a surgical shimmer, You glow Pistachio.Paddles and scoops, marble-top ready, hot water ensconced,Get doled nocciola.Glass shielded in bins like incubated babies, pastel- swaddled line-up in bassinets,What a summons.A queue worthy of cordons, in…
Shark Attack with Missing Sister
In my memory my mother isin the shallows, maybeshin-deep, swishing minnows into a blue bucket.In my older memories my sister was helping, because she was;but we don’t speak anymore, sonow she isn’t. At least,now I don’t remember…
Becoming American
I Writing about the ways your accent is at war with itself is like taking a knife to your tongue and splitting it into two unequal parts and then telling everyone what you did. One…