In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
—beginning with a line by Keetje Kuipers The unspeakable spoken and spoken until it becomes bladed ball, burning star in your throat, spit toward dark. A tattered eyeless doll’s