by Reneé Salandy against the backdrop of a cradled moon footprints across the sky—they gone too soon and galaxies like shutters from within eclipse the earth and block the devil’s sin what happens to black souls after the day? botham, atatiana, freddie gray philando must’ve greeted them with food known as one to be far
by Carrie Magness Radna An Aerostar arrived in Charles de Gaulle Station, fresh with London rain. The Parisian clouds looked tame and people strode out upon the wet streets, bravely. I dreamed I lived in Paris for a while before I headed home to America. My heart felt thick as clouds, but my worries were
by Sarah Nichols I am the girl who had my mouth sewn shut. I whir in swarms, all teeth and unquiet, my whole body, all shrieking, all radioactive, a ray of night. I am the woman collating bones. A nervous system brought back to life, a little disaster burned up; a trigger of childhood, a
by Paul Robert Mullen and most folkstayed at home // followed the rulesprayed for an end in sighttook up new hobbiesbinged on Netflixhad a lie-in (or two)spent valued time with the kidstook a deep breath // time to stare at the wallsmade phone-calls they’d been meaning to make for monthsstarted to write (…there’s a book in
by Joseph Mills Most dances are sexual,pretend otherwise all you want, but there’s also the violence,the alpha aggression and animalistic desire, which we appreciateeven applaudas long as its stylish, rhythmic,coupled with the music. Let’s be honest. No one wantsto be Peter. Even the Wolf fantasizesabout being the Wolf. Joseph MillsJoseph Mills, A faculty member at the University of North
by Bruce McRae Print neatly or not at all Name: My name is Legion. Address: That which cannot be found. Age: Time is relative to motion. Sex: Inexorable. Education: St Gary’s School for the Marred. Previous employment: Carrier of water, hewer of stone. Keeper in a dark tower. Qualifications: I am that I am. References:
by Cathy McArthur Today I’ll sleep– comforter, flowered nightgown—dark beneath. At the hospital, three interns lifted sheets and peered inside me. One said, “incomplete;” I didn’t think it could be me, but covered myself with a sheet under the overhead light. Before then, alone, I tossed lingerie in the sink, the water ran around with
by Nate Logan It is Thanksgiving time again. A time for bread and mirth. A to-go container of rolls lay in the parking lot. A turned-over ramekin oozes butter like a wound, elicits crying and angry words. There are no employees outside telling us to “avert our eyes” or that “there’s nothing to see here.”
by Bill Livingston Frankie, Inmate 27388, San Quentin— wants a photo of his favorite band, Def Leppard onstage, as if it were taken last night. Isabella, Inmate 77429, Denver Women’s Correctional Facility— wants a photo of her family sitting around a big pan of their famous, freshly-made tamales that made them the heroes of their
by Richard Levine For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: John, 5:4 I can’t baptize or immunize youwith my nod or smile, passing in thispig-pink rural town, where your skinis as double-take out-of-placeas the blood-colored tearson a waxwing’s shoulders.And you don’t need protection to walkhere, nor anyone’s