Issue #2: for my hometown, William James
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
division april 20, 1995 beyza lale ozer meaning: pure & white my mom looks down at me “gökten melek” meaning: angel from heaven my mother never had a second thought […]
7901 my house was built on a hellmouth. there is a family of army ants that say they aren’t doing any damage but they say this while they crawl between […]
April 5th Perfect exposure clear light on my skin but I worry about her and what lies within. Dogs tied to doorways induce fear by supernatural signs tied to my […]
April 16th I think the old man upstairs has forgot to turn off his christmas lights. Its the middle of May and reindeer lights flood my cupboards. I try to […]
Os Imigrantes (The Immigrants) After the painting “Os Imigrantes,” by Domingos Rebelo A small woman sits on the edge of her trunk, wrapped in island cloth, an attempt to hold […]
— Cutting ’Cots When I ask my relatives about cutting ‘cots, slang for picking and preparing apricots to dry in the sun of California’s Santa Clara Valley, they disagree on […]
Another 4th of July Then I see you in an antique farmhouse, checkered apron at the hip, mixing mojitos from fresh mint. The table set with yellow plates, red wine, […]
— Chá Gorreana The land is lined with tea fields, neat rows now harvested by machine. My great-grandmother picked the plant by hand when she lived here one hundred years […]
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