In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
2021 With nights cold, the month akimbo, like the year, I was not surprised to find some limbs gnarled, blighted. It took me a
Long ago, this colony met in secret congress with itself to fix the hour of its future dissolution, a date stamp invisible to that