on being chị hai ~ a poem by Kimberly Nguyễn
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i am the eldest daughter of an eldest daughter of an eldest daughter
Native Tongue ~ a poem by Leanne Talavera
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Native is the color of my American tongue. The color of ashen / moon dust, crisp with pink around the edges. When I kiss with it, / love with it, it tastes of toasted coconut.
Two Poems by Leon Barros
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LISTEN · to the brume breathing boon and reaches · / looms and lingers low in the valley · where the / world-roof willows · spins its silver · scatters silence ·
Two Poems by Khải Đơn
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I couldn't find grandpa’s grave after a deep-water season. Water filled like a mirror, bemused / like a candid child. Grandpa said fishermen grew by water, died of water, and turned into water.
on my way to the mountain ~ a poem by erika rose higbee
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my mother tugs my hand. / she shouts, as if i am / fifteen years old leaving / our apartment at night.
To Sculpt a Ghost ~ a poem by Tam Nguyen
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A voice-like cadence running through the family, whose members are children of many gods, telling them they are accustomed to certain kinds of death. Starvation. Salvation: too many burning desires, enough to bring down a house with it.