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Waxwing
Volume: 14 | Year: 2018

Table of Contents:

Jasmine An
application statement
Monkey and I Share a Cell

Graham Barnhart
Breach
A Fable

Andrea Cote Botero
Afternoon Snack

Maurizio Caste
Swine Soul

Kendra DeColo
I Would Like to Tell the President to Eat a Dick in a Non-Homophobic Way
Love Poem on the Style of Jordan's Furniture
I am thinking about the movie Con Air

Brian Komei Dempster
Seized
My Mother as One
Derek's Father Remembers Saigon

Jaclyn Dwyer
Some People Only Get One Heart
Fever Baby
Sestina for Misogyny, Rape Culture, and Revolution

torrin a. greathouse
They Leave Nothing for the Morning
Constellation of Bones
Somewhere in america a gun

L. I. Henley
It's true I seen them kissing (Tess)
She was dancing like something that twists (Michael)

Sergio Loo
Occiptial
Temporal
Spinal Region

Monica Ong
Syzygy
Woman's Place in the Universe
Feather

Irma Pineda
Cord-House IX
Village Images

Meghan Privitello
from The Encyclopedia of Sexual Positions with God

Fabio Pusterla
Irrigation Ditch
Twilit Stanzas
The Poet on Native Ground

Michelle Reed
Thirteen-year-old-Boy Now Only a Body
Doe, Hunted

Natalie Scenters-Zapico
The Hunt
Marianismo
Bad Mother :: Bad Father
Mi Libro Gore

Diane Seuss
[How will I leave this life like I left my job drifting off without]
[On what day do you think Jesus waas actually born he asks]
[I courted her that musky tart dusk personified she of the purple prose and yellow]
[I floated I flew I fell to earth to learn the pleasures of the lowdown]

Hadassa Tal
Santa Rosa
Crumbs

Letitia Trent
Real Child

C. Dale Young
In Plain Sight
Portrait in Burnt Orange and Bitter Almonds

Lily Zhou
Screenplay with Balconies & Iced Tea
Creation Myth with Birds

Poets of Interest in this issue:

Meghan Privitello
from The Encyclopedia of Sexual Positions with God

 

Natalie Scenters-Zapico
The Hunt; Marianismo; Bad Mother :: Bad Father; Mi Libro Gore

 

Diane Seuss
[How will I leave this life like I left my job drifting off without]; [On what day do you think Jesus waas actually born he asks]; [I courted her that musky tart dusk personified she of the purple prose and yellow]; [I floated I flew I fell to earth to learn the pleasures of the lowdown]