BRIAN SIMONEAU A truck rumbles the day to life, lifts with robotic arm our bin / and sets it softly down. We are living in the future / and the future brought pain to ankles, to knees, my temples / rendered gray. So today I don a fraying t-shirt, silk-screened / logo faded the way our favorite mix-tape
GRIFFIN LESSELL We arrive at night, landing at West Palm International, still wearing jeans and fleece jackets as we step into the Florida night and walk to the taxi stand through air softened by warmth and humidity.
KRITIKA PANDEY Three weeks ago, my 11-year-old Indian American cousin woke me up with a series of heartbreaking text messages. Didi you up? Mom dad and everyone else can’t stop watching the news. Theyre thrilled. Kashmir sounds like kishmish. Whats the lime of control btw?