Grave Dressing
There’s a phrase for it, the wayI’m lately loving like a river
is pressed to my door With frightening ease I’ve shot sparrows for food
I did ... Read More.
by Huiying B. Chan
Huiying B. Chan is a creative writer, cultural organizer, and facilitator from New York City. Their body of work centers migrat... Read More.
by Emilie Menzel
It is unseemly to blow your nose into a tablecloth. If you share a
bed with another man, keep still. If you pass a person pissing, do
not gr... Read More.
by Keetje Kuipers
It came from a catalogue. I openedthe plastic bag inside the plastic bag
and out tumbled fabric fine as flesh.From the hem hung a thread I tho... Read More.
In a Diner at Great Sand Dunes Oasis, Colorado
The chalk taste of prescription pill washed downwith too-sweet lemonade. I only take it
because ... Read More.
vanishing aubade
O bobolink. The bobolink is deadat my door — found leaving my apartmentto school then to work. After some searching, I guess it’s a bo... Read More.
The Sound of Roots
We come from the mountains, we have wolfin our blood, we have pinebarb. It is our cabinteeth,we have shotguncousins and dirtdress babiesa... Read More.
During a Beat Bobby Flay marathon I think —
I should study knife skills
or fish deboning. Have you
ever held fresh, dead chicken? I have
not, though, I have... Read More.
Diasporic Fever Dream
by Schneider Rancy
The river
splinters
its many
tributaries,
veins feeding
new shores
The cutting stone
juts
in the ... Read More.
