Table for ten at dim sum is my V-Day dream…
Author: dorothykchan
The incredible Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon opens this Valentine’s Day issue.
A Qaemot is a sort of prayer for a Jewish exorcism. This is part of a new series on “exorcism poems” for Rosebud Ben-Oni.
… see my fury reflected in his fear soaked irises as he realizes
he is not the predator here.
Only women appear in the Heritage Poem™,
and the mother is the most important.
The thing I want to see // in a dream // is me // singing I am something new // I am something new // I am something new.
there are different ways to say my name: scar tissue
starling, custard apple blemished in summer heat.
We proudly present a gorgeous set of haiku comics.
I didn’t know anyone else could see me / The waters so cloudy and my sinking so deep.
“I wasn’t sure whether to begin those happy sad stories with ‘I’ or ‘She’ or ‘He’ or ‘We’ or ‘One time’ or ‘Don’t tell nobody’ or….” -Kiese Laymon, Heavy
Honey Lit 