“Immigration policy in the United States has always been prone to xenophobia and racism.” Constance A. Dunn dispels the myth of America’s immigration values.
“I feel I might collapse at any minute. I need to release this mounting pressure somehow…” Elizabeth Lee Reynolds explores her connection with nature.
“I passed a boy with a cloud of smoke/ where his head ought to be:/ a cigarette fume Magritte…”
Poem of the Week (19 April), by Helen Bowell.
“All of the girls came to see what I had done with the neon orange piece of cardboard I had won. Everyone just walked away without saying anything.” By Afreina Noor, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
“Sania watched her break, the woman in the mirror.” By Naima Memon, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
“We were tangueros/ of the same tile, tropical/ byway, creek mist,/ and love’s insomnia under Venus…”
Poem of the Week (12 April), by Sergio A. Ortiz.
“and let us say that one hundred and thirty shells will fall on Monday/ and let us say that chewing cloves will numb the gums and mouth…”
Poem of the Week (29 March), by Tara Ballard.
“I have tried to imagine my mother’s face for as long as I can remember.” By Mahvish Yasin, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
“She waved away my tears and told me to just ignore them./ I was not American enough to get the joke…”
Poem of the Week (8 March), by Joan Glass.
“Immortality is perfection. Perfection is possible only for those without consciousness or with infinite consciousness.” By Mehreen Fatima Ashfaq, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
“This is where I leave you: our faces maps no more, but lands for others to inhabit…”
A poem against borders, by Mahtem Shiferraw.
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“The coal in his eyes, in his ears, on his lips, in tears/ that cleansed his corneas, in fingernails. The coal…”
Poem of the Week (9 July), by Somendra Singh Kharola.
“The subconscious is a gold mine, all you need is a pen in your hand.”
Simon Perchik, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month, talks to Julie Haasova.
“It is clear that the country’s situation is in a state of conflict, wherein the burden of centuries old customs are still felt deeply and staunch patriarchs are in power.” Hina Zahir Imam writes about the SHEvolution in Saudi Arabia.
“I admit I felt nothing when the news broke,/ it was only the stained glass bellies of the purple martins/ flaring, that made my skin bristle into the laketop stillness…”
Poem of the Week (1 July), by M.J. Arlett.
“The Pink Taxi service… launched in March 2017 in Karachi and is already seeing an overwhelmingly positive response.” Ifra Asad reports on Paxi.