LEMONS AND JUSTICE by TAZ HANCOCK (Hong Kong)
I believe in lemons,
plucked with fissured hands
MILWAUKEE by ADDISON RAHMLOW (United States)
A pulse dwells in these glass towers, beating, breathing,
slates of transparency basking in clean air, clear air.
MEN WAITING FOR A TRAIN by LOIS BELOVED (Australia)
At first they stand, orphaned, like a line of birds,
First on one foot, then the other, in unison
DON'T TRY TO BE BLACK ATLAS by CARISSA CEASOR (United States)
Shirk your sense of responsibility.
Leave your guilt at the door of progress.
MY WORDS ARE NOT MINE ALONE by AKSHITHA UPADYAYULA (India)
My words can provide a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening, an escape, a reason to fight back.
MATHEMATICS: TRY AND CALCULATE ME by NAZEEFA AHMED (Canada)
you look at me and see someone to solve, to prove, to sketch, and
you try to classify my incongruities
HOMESICKNESS by YASMINE BOLDEN (United States)
You have never known those shores or those people or those
words that sound like a memory your heart can retell
but your mind cannot.
RED AND GOLD by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)
I am from the streets of Chinatown,
Where in a small apartment south of Dundas and west of Spadina,
A Chinese couple is raising their newborn son.
VISITING HOURS by ANNIE KIRKPATRICK (United States)
Rice piled on my plate like a cold white ant bed. Mom adjusted her glasses again. Perry dug her tongue into her cheek. She exaggerated a sigh, and Mom took the bait.
AN CHÚILFHIONN by ANYA WILSON (Ireland)
An bhfaca tú an chúilfhionn 's í ag dul ar na bóithre?"
Oh have you seen my fair-haired girl walking the roads?
LEGEND OF QUAY STREET by PIPPI JEAN (United States)
Of all the swimming summer and the dust, sun, rain, you are what sticks out. She told us about you on the corner of Customs and Queens
DOOF IN NIATIRB by ELOISE DAVIS (United Kingdom)
Throughout my many travels, to all sorts of exotic lands, never before have I seen a diet so extraordinary as that of the Snamuh.