Marco Melfi
I scan, in a windowless room
walled with high def TVs,
the trucking and travel of this city’s
major arteries. It’s later than late night.
K.G. Newman
Father pioneered analytics in Netscape forums
and this was debate time.
Mother drank. I Nintendo’d intently
with a game full of little hopes.
Caroline Neel
New Year's Day and I burn my tongue
as I try with sweet and cream to dull
the morning ache of a train
searing through the countryside
Riede Faires
Fully crush, pulled beneath, drag along to totally quenched and
all so quash
like a leaf on a lake.
Read MoreN.L.H. Hattam
Hello my name is [An Anachronism].
Did I ever tell you I was afraid of becoming obsolete?
Ann Wallace
She will never tell you
but the girl who shrugs
away from your touch,
who faces you
with chin down, eyes up,
slips from sight
as all eyes are watching,
feels anything but coy.
Matan Gold
My grandmother was born in D.F. but grew up in Cuba. Her father owned a sugar factory. He had strong arms and an elegant mustache. It was a life of tropical birds.
Read MoreJessica Mehta
I packed my mom in Tupperware
from the dollar store. She always wanted
to go to the Bahamas, even before
she’d gone to sand—before her bones
could be mistaken for broken
shells.
Ann Wallace
His grandmother snipped the wild
pink tea roses for my corsage
from the bush by the gravel
driveway…