Sit Down
Mom said we’d be able to find the chair anywhere.
The Floating Woman
You hear this story about a woman who no longer bothers with gravity.
Volume 12.2
POETRY <h2>NONFICTION</h2> <h2>FICTION</h2>
Artist: Yunha Hwang
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Artist: Jeong Hwa Min
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Artist: Sydney Westenskow
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Artist: Bill Wolak
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Artist: Rebecca Pyle
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Artist: Jack Freedman
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Volume 12.1
POETRY <h2>NONFICTION</h2> <h2>FICTION</h2> <h2>HOTBED</h2>
Abalone 2
It was a family meeting under the singing pines in 1972. /
The look-alike humans were breathing hard and moving /
up the hill to their meeting spot. What would soon be said /
would soon be lost to my ears for twenty years but never /
leave the hippocampus of my eyes.
From the Washhouse Files
In your country, where you are from, I don’t know what / your people say to you, when they recognize you for the // first time, looking like all the rest, with your dirty sack of / laundry and your pencil dangling like a spider on your ear.
Ten Months Postpartum
In a dream my nipples have been cut / open along the seams of my areola. A perfect dark circle, // the cavern of my breast. There, against the rims / clings a white paste, dried-up milk. // Elation. I have it in me after all.
A Year Postpartum
Inside my hip a mother bird / is still constructing her nest— // beak against pelvic bone, scraping / as she arranges twig upon twig, little // splinters in the hollow where / once my own child ripened.
My Middle Name is Susumu
In a backyard suburb east of the Willamette river / my grandma sat my cousins & me around a well / waxed wooden table, had us pronounce each other’s / middle names until we could do so without stumbling.