The past will reveal to us the nature of the present. —Joan Perucho
No. 30 • Marcelyn McNeil
No. 30 • Matt MillerTime was swallowing the children. / Time was an instant, a moment. / Time had all the cards.
No. 30 • Joan PeruchoIt actually wasn’t that hard to invoke spirits around a table. They were everywhere.
No. 30 • Dagoberto GilbHis brother was both more native and worldly, one whose life was as mysterious to him as it was obvious—as bright as yellow red and blue oil paint.
No. 30 • Sara MajkaI don’t blame you in a way. In a way? In all ways, in all ways I don’t blame you.
No. 30 • Idra NoveyWe leaned into the weedfire / with all the wavering love we could endure receiving / from each other.
No. 30 • Joanna KlinkIt is not / only land that seems to lean up / toward me, but last night’s thick rains / soaked below it and, outside this city, / the clay beneath fields.
No. 30 • Atsuro RileyThat sure as fangs a threat-pestered sheeny cottonmouth gon’ gape.
No. 30 • Matthew ZapruderI remember her / so long ago / appearing on certain / Friday nights / as I religiously wasted / my youth watching / others embark / the boat of love
No. 30 • Maria ThomasMona looked left, out of the little window, to find the sun shining and plump rain falling in a manner that seemed cinematic and hopeful.
No. 30 • Victoria ChangThe curtain stays closed / until someone falls in love.
No. 30 • Sylvia LegrisThe beach is a game board of umbrella & umbrella, torso & orifice, a vortex / of engorgement & vomit & vice versa & back.
No. 30 • Rebecca Wolffa week is measured in days and there are seven / just like the fingers on my hands without those ones I / forget, chopped off, bitten off, fell off from scurvy and flesh- / eating: intentionally brutal.
No. 30 • Brian BlanchfieldHow much was a cubit?/ What counts / as a murmur? A heel to knee, or knee to hip / distance; a walking complaint / not yet consensus.
No. 30 • Gillian ConoleyFew ever really got to live there. / It was smaller than anyone ever expected. / Its lights were dimmed, though guards remained
No. 30 • Ron Nagle
No. 30 • Mi Jin KimMan Suk was a difficult person to be friends with. You couldn’t ask him for anything.
No. 30 • Uche OkonkwoHarvesting the souls of men was full-time work—one could not serve God and mammon, didn’t she know?
No. 30 • Corita KentShe is not frivolous, except to those who see life as a problem.
No. 30 • Kiik Araki-KawaguchiI’ll bet Napoleon never tasted anything this good. Not even on his wedding day.
No. 30 • John Francis IstelHe winks and snaps off a shot with his index finger, peering into my eyes with a weird pity.
No. 30 • Miguel CoronadoWe can see a distance form within the word permission itself, an ocean or a sky; and to what end does the poet serve as an ambassador, crossing this space?
No. 30 • Angela María SpringWhat is a country
No. 30 • Huan HeThe rice fields shine like rows of tinsel / the sun a neighborhood beggar in a lazy nap. / A boy, who will become the father, / drops a candy wrapper.
No. 30 • Yasmine AmeliI memorize her face for our resemblance: an arched brow, a dark ring around the pupil.
No. 30 • Ann-Marie BlanchardI’m remnants. Remains of a teen, troubled, remains of a child, sling necked but alive.
No. 30 • Maja LukicI confuse love with nostalgia. / I sit at a museum and watch/a slideshow of my vanished state.
No. 30 • Rosemarie HoThere are five petals to a cherry blossom, Nina chanted to herself. There is a kindness to cerulean.
No. 30 • Katie FosterI’m not actively trying to disappear.
No. 30 • Crawford HuntI didn't like what he had to say, but I loved to hear him speak.
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