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Rabbithole
By Chris Hoshnicxxx
In the truck at his funeral time catches up to me / beaks me into
opaque-ness / a cog in the…From the magazine:Shadow Pt. 2
By Jamie NatonabahFrom the magazine:dáádílkał
By Chris HoshnicDownload the descriptive transcript2
Our house on the hill. They always say in Navajo -up there…- By Afrizal MalnaTranslated By Daniel OwenWORKSHOP 5: MY CAPTIVE
its voice’s echo comes back to make a sound wall
of its voice
standing in a circle
in front of a globe full of time traps
fingers that clutch a rat - By Afrizal MalnaWORKSHOP 5: TAWANAN AKU
gema suaranya kembali lagi membuat dinding bunyi
dari suaranya
berdiri melingkar
di depan bulatan penuh perangkap waktu
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Mad
By Leila Chatti
adjective:
body part:
color:
dog breed:
emotion:
f-word:
greek gods’ punishment:
heavy object:
injury:
judgment day sign:
kids’ game:
language you don’t speak:
man who has caused you suffering:
noun (plural):
obscenity:
phobia:
question with no answer:
religious figure:
superhero:
town you grew up in:
unfounded belief:
weather phenomenon:
existential fear:
year:
zoo animal:
A little maddening, to be in the world,...- By Tea Gerbeza
Tea Gerbeza “Untitled Visual Poem” in “Sick Poetics,” special issue, Contemporary Verse 2, Spring 2022: Vol. 44, No. 4. Copyright © 2022 by Tea Gerbeza. Reprinted by permission Tea Gerbeza.
- By Maurice Moore
Maurice Moore
Moore, Maurice. “Sissy Dat Walk,” Ink on Paper, 19in x 24in, 2021.
Become! Bout 50-11 figures fill the center of the picture plane. Some be crouching, others duck walking and given dat femme realness. The lines are sketchy and rough through de mid sections of the figures. The line weight is thicc, but thin scribbly line flows throughout most of the figures connecting de ancestors to their descendants. This werk is done on tracing paper with the opaqueness coming through in the center. The top left corner of the paper is light with the bottom left & right plus the top right corner being darker. There are maybe seven hazy figures located in de center of de paper and spreading out. From the magazine:
I Understand This Light to Be My Home
By Mai Der VangIn the awareness, I am brought closer
to my being from long before.
In my
awareness, there is only what I can take
from the small spaces of
knowing, an earnest ascendance imparted
by way of transmissions from the grid,
a voice calls
out unbroken below and above as the aura
of faraway light.
There is a light that
shimmers so deep it never goes anywhere
but to shimmer.
Light assumes its job is to shimmer,
and so it is,
but more than that, light is ancestral.
Light is witness. Light is prehistory,
blueprint of vibrations shifting through
all directions of time.
Light as hidden winter that leads to
shadow as the growth.
Light as first
language of source. Light as both terrestrial
and celestial. Light of long nights far up
in the sky, I stare to the heavens and
weep for
the stars whose light I have always known
and understood to be my rooting.
I once shared a life with the name of
this light as I know it in the stars who
gave me
my body. As I know it in the frequencies
of my footsteps,
as I hear it in the code of a landscape
imprinted on my fingers,
as I spirit
my eyes open from the inside,
as I know and understand this light
to be kin.
Consider then the pain of leaving
this light, of losing the stars to spaces
no longer lit by its truth.
I am shaped
in the spaces where the light does
not reach, a need for what does not
shimmer
but opening to the shadow to receive
just as much light.
I miss this
light always.
Then more light.
Ever more light. Deficit of light to bring
more light.
Template of light to bring more love.
That is my one true wish, as I know
and
understand
this light to be my home, as a knowing
up there in the galaxy is me,
and I am up there
in my bones built from stars.