Issue 47.2: Ecumenical Service
ECUMENICAL SERVICE Ashley Mack-Jackson Nine and ten: pinned in between cobwebbedcloset corner and the arms of ill-fitting church dressesthere is a first kiss struggling between cliché and sacredritual hands held out and palm up like surrenderlike benediction: who is... Issue 47.2: Breathing in the Ruins
BREATHING IN THE RUINS Tony Medina I am as isolated as Elizabeth Barrett BrowningNever to be born, neither to be crowning.To whom shall I bequeath these lungsThat bare the markings of stale airGone viral? I am a virtual prisoner To maladies unseen, a spine... Issue 47.2: Green Sorrow
GREEN SORROW Raymond Johnson A boy, I rode lush winds, craved the slow lull of a copper kite, plunge of my body from grandmother’s balcony. I floated through a corrupted world to meet water like Icarus or my first piano student, bloated and Black, choking on that... 