Poem
By Brittany Perham
The doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins…
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins…
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Family & Ancestors
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- PoemBy Omotara JamesWhen we meet at the holiday table, we take turns
and great pains not to remind each other
of our mutual… - PoemBy Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to… - PoemBy Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - PoemBy Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - PoemBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - PoemBy Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - PoemBy Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - PoemBy Danielle ManygoatsBrown, I want you Brown,
Brown roots, Brown trees.
Family lineage ripens into clans
And sheep graze … - PoemBy Cynthia J. SylvesterThe way my mom restuccoed the house the color of the rosy pink mesas where she was born. The way she…
- PoemBy Nia FranciscoNiha hastsoí, nihidzanii
‘álastsii’ nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa’
bílák’ee naazhjaa’go
nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa… - PoemBy Kinsale DrakeIn the years of scorched earth,
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
… - PoemBy Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.
Ferment culture in… - PoemBy Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - PoemBy Janiru LiyanageOur neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our… - PoemBy Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—…
- PoemBy Fatimah Asghartheir names have been lost
only the winds & only the mountains
keep them. we’ve forgotten the names
of … - PoemBy Caroline Laganas1 berry-stained month of summer
1 grandmother
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
½… - PoemBy Zoe DoradoAll the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to… - PoemBy Evan WangI remember this clearly: 2 am bed sheets, rifted
with confessions. Waves of linen—mother’s rifted
ocean…