Hawk-Man By Ryan Black Spring 2019 I’m a man who believed that I died twenty years ago, and I live like a man who is dead already. — Malcolm X The still eyes of Malcolm X, stilled by an f-stop and shutter. Winter, 1965. Malcolm is leaving a car, gel [...] 0 Comments
Crossing By Keetje Kuipers Spring 2019 Flagged to a halt by a woman in bootsand an oiled canvas coat, we stopped for her orange flag on the highway yesterday inthe first flurries of the season and watched 0 Comments
Color By Tina Chang Spring 2019 Up ahead it’s white. Snow animal,I’m running at your back. I’ve failed to tell youI’ve been hungry all this time, to tell you 0 Comments
What Deer Season Means to Me By A. H. Jerriod Avant Spring 2019 In the house there were always two white deep freezers packed pretty decent with red meat. Deer season, 0 Comments
The Day a Cast of My Own Failures Rocked Me By A. H. Jerriod Avant Spring 2019 Suppose we were there for some event we did not want in on or did. Faith flung so hard, the cage I felt around me was no cage, just fear, in a summer-long wither; 0 Comments
Two Pit Bulls & a Bone By A. H. Jerriod Avant Spring 2019 It is difficult to bark while the teeth are clinched so it goes, deep growl after mean-ass growl 0 Comments
p r i d e By A. H. Jerriod Avant Spring 2019 Give me memories as slow to leave as snails. In foreign and perhaps fragile years I’ll still be able 1 Comment
Fuh Da Summa By A. H. Jerriod Avant Spring 2019 I’m docked at a lake that the people don’t attend. Machete on my hip to make a devil cough up 0 Comments
He, Pronoun By Tina Chang Spring 2019 Everywhere I look I see him,I have a right to fear for him, though I have no right to claim his color.His blackness is his to own and what will my mouth say of that sweetness. 0 Comments
Creation Myth By Tina Chang Spring 2019 I’m without body but forming in the latticework of blood cell and fret. Each threat pulls me upward tempting and building me until my spine lifts into a column, 0 Comments
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