Standing in the checkout line, I waved hello, but I didn’t recognize you. Once amicable, previously approachable, you were not there. Disturbed, but not surprised, I recalled hints of
I stutter out children’s verses in my Grandparents’ tongue strung on genealogical trees, the curses of sins of fathers and wars, cremated kins of history floating in a sea of
It’s travelling to my heart and the diagnosis, it doesn’t look good It’s melting into my veins and the prognosis, it doesn’t look good I crawled my way to Saint
Before ballet, Emily pulls off her shirt and all I see is white brocade, six metal busks – a dainty spine sealing up her stomach, bulletproof. She presents her
It has taken two years to name the grain of weight unloading within a mile of our home- steadfast pistol unmistaken for the fourth of July. A night howl ricochet-
We are committed to including underrepresented voices. We encourage anyone to submit regardless of age, race, color, ancestry, religion, sexual orientation, citizenship status, ability, or national origin.
