Poetry

Published in Issue 63.3: Summer 2024 You can purchase our Summer issue here. We worshipped her, sitting like obedient dogs at the base of her dress madeof coquina. Our father stole bricks from a fort we visited on vacation. Shecould not bend down to help us, and it appeared as though she had no face,even though […]

Published in Issue 63.3: Summer 2024 You can purchase our Summer issue here. Diana Al-Hadid, Henry Art Gallery, 2021I descend the gallery stairs to the history of womenwhere my legs are cut off at the knee. Carved with the knife of ecstasy. I lie down halvednext to the instrument of my thinking.Not the bodiless head but

Published in Issue 63.3: Summer 2024 I was much and no onethought precious. When I cried,it was a small event. I never spoke a word; silence spoke for me. My pills were white and summeryellow. Mood smoothas a shorn lamb. As the daysslipped, my shadowslendered until no longersolely mine. Thought the mirror wasa portrait, I

Published in Issue 63.3: Summer 2024 it had never been more evident to me than that night.In the evening, I slid over to the main library to visit her while I knew she was on the clock for work study. Exams were coming up anyway, so I thought: why learna lesson alone when you can

Published in Issue 63.3: Summer 2024 You can purchase our Summer issue here. Daughter of two accountants, I tallymy contributions with standardized tests, testing my ABC English to bestthe born-here kids. Race through Chinatown alley, up Washington and Grant and more Calistreets named for dead presidents who addressedimmigration like it’s a problem of pestcontrol—De, are you