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From the Archives: Touch
Lord—is self harm ever devotional or
Is it always a form of possession?
WIT TEA
The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For
Would and should have come…
TRANSLATION
Buayahon
Translated from Filipino and Cebuano by Bernard Kean Capinpin
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Q&A with Mahreen Sohail, author of Small Scale Sinners
How do you keep some of yourself for yourself and what is lost in the process? I’ve always been interested in that question and tried to write into it while I was putting this collection together.
“American Sonnet Upon Finding an Old Report Card” and “American Sonnet Whenever [Gaza/Afghanistan/Vietnam/etc.] Gets Called a Land of Bombs”
My toenails churned the dirt, searching for Earth’s weak spots: / places to root.
The Lorikeet
My mother was the first to notice. She was always acutely aware of animals, nature, and cute things that cooed.



