Harsh Terrain | Petra Salazar

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My body hair / Like barbed wire / Prickly tumbleweed / Thorns in soft cotton / A high desert grave / This land is mine / This dust / These bones /

Steal Eat | Tiffany Hsieh

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She heats up a bowl of rice drizzled with pork fat. She adds a splash of soy sauce to the steaming heap and squats down on a foot stool in the kitchen to

Contrails | Stephanie Pushaw

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Our compasses fail us again and again, leading us along the wrong magnetic fields, yet we sail still through quiet seas under the false mathematics of north.  What the frontier means. Not conquering. Not masculinity, not like

BIRTHDAY BALIKBAYAN | Dujie Tahat

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A dress on a body with a face that breaks into a smile like mine. My little stick figure boy. My son, hot-headed in the yellow sun. Fum-ing at the tips of your fingers

Gym Music | Shea Handa

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1 Where else can you watch a bicep shakelike water trembling above a cup’s lip, or help lift weight from a stranger’s chest,watch him rise from a bench, and, with one look,