My arms ache/ in the cereal aisle.

By Dana Najjar
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Marginalia

Juyon Lee’s work plays with light and distance.

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Marginalia

An open call for criticism pitches

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Kids Bolo brings Urdu to families living in the West.

Fiction

With a bottle full of chicken blood, she bathed the Lieutenant in red, from head to toe.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Essays

What do return narratives tell us about a changing world? As China has risen to economic power, a trend in Chinese American literature has emerged.

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Essays

As my math grades plummeted, my interest in trombone records skyrocketed

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.

Marginalia

Juyon Lee’s work plays with light and distance.

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Essays

What do return narratives tell us about a changing world? As China has risen to economic power, a trend in Chinese American literature has emerged.

Marginalia

An open call for criticism pitches

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Essays

As my math grades plummeted, my interest in trombone records skyrocketed

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Kids Bolo brings Urdu to families living in the West.

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Fiction

With a bottle full of chicken blood, she bathed the Lieutenant in red, from head to toe.

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.