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Jzl Jmz

Obligation #25 (TRANSACTION)

By Jzl Jmz I CROSS MY LEGS - I BRUSH
MY CLAVICLE / I PITCH MY
LAUGH - I LAUGH - I LOOK
AWAY / I SMILE
Ajanaé Dawkins

Last Century, Last Week: Holy Will

By Ajanaé Dawkins what is it ‘bout the river that makes even spirits sing? we hear a laugh & don’t know if its ours or our momma’s; our sister’s or otherworld kin. what current of possibilities. we could splash, laugh, water-dance. hell, we could baptize somebody. wash the wet of us they said would stay dirty our whole lives.
Quenton Baker

I AM IN THE WEATHER

By Quenton Baker every cloud that rolls off the ocean
pours my dead on me

the mad
the sick
the brave
the faceted
who chose the wave over their making
Ana Portnoy Brimmer

Sargassum / Sargazo

By Ana Portnoy Brimmer There’s so much to be learned from that which floats A patience
from the Gulf of Mexico to a sea of its name sargassum
drifts hand in hand with itself
Jaz Sufi

ETYMOLOGY OF BORDERS

By Jaz Sufi BORDER, from the Middle English bordure, meaning “the decorative band
surrounding a shield,” a heraldic device intended to identify
possession — this flag flies over that land, & so this land belongs
to…
Raye Hendrix

What Good Is Heaven

By Raye Hendrix when my mother dreamed of children she pictured
things in bowls beautiful fish gracing over

brightly colored stones clear water a bowl of her favorite
fruits ceramic overflowing pears and tangerines

blueberries fat with sweet
Farrah Fang

Washateria Blues

By Farrah Fang In Houston they don’t really call it a laundromat
It’s a washateria or la lavandería
Today you go to the one on Airline and Tidwell

The chronic pain and weakness in your body
Makes it difficult to relocate canastos of clothes
From home to your car, to the washateria, to inside the machine
Jaden Fields

Just Is - Where There Are Black People in the Future

By Jaden Fields It is the steadiest “I love you”
Until the moon loses their footing in the sky
Which is to say - never
Or
I love you beyond time
Or
I love me beyond time
féi hernandez

Eohippus

By féi hernandez Simultaneously I am
alone and crowded, this…
the pulsing wound of being extinct,

whole
enough for a morning forage,
yet scant for the onlookers

of lineage,
of nation,
myths in the mulberry tree.
Aiya Sakr

Shahrazad, circa 2024

By Aiya Sakr On the day of the first flour massacre,
nothing I have ever said has been untrue.

Fourteen thousand and three hundred white
PVC flags flutter in the early spring morning.

By the time I cross the lawn, the IDF have killed
another child, and another flag springs up

Like a poppy.
This simile is too easy.
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