How Mẹ Makes Rice ~ a poem by Jason Yore
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Drain and rinse again. I’ve been told to repeat this until everything is clear or less murky.
Propaganda Disguised as a Love Poem Disguised as a Dictionary Entry ~ a poem by Arthur Altarejos
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Your hand entwined in mine as we tread on.
Two poems by Angela Huynh
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The house is golden /
all the way through /
rumbling with soft hums /
of a neighbor’s mower /
I sprawl over the couch /
halving my body in spaces /
of this poem
Self-Portrait as Static Noise ~ a poem by Tanya Sangpun Thamkruphat
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I was told I was born from a big bang but I don’t remember the boom. I was told I come from the /
afterglow, in all of its galactic glory, which lingers lonely somewhere in space and time like /
motes dancing alone in the first morning rays.
a lesbian ars poetica ~ a poem by Louie Leyson
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Beautiful language is violent. I know this /
because it is with such art /
that Pedro Chirino, a 17th-century Jesuit, /
had once turned me from soft flesh /
into solid marble, or that rough trunk
Every Time We Ended in Little Sài Gòn ~ a poem by Phương Uyên Huỳnh Võ
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There are more boba and coffee shops to work at /
all day like in Việt Nam - little stalls of street food little /
chairs to mimic sidewalk tables. The new phở shops /
all have names now, instead of numbers.