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Poetry

Cinderella

The trans story is the heroine has to be trans because nobody else in the capital sharesher size. The prince must roam from house to house, from mansion to cottage to townhome, trying to find the one girl who came to the winter solstice ballin glass slippers (they must have hurt like hellby the end […]

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The trans story is the heroine has to be trans because nobody else in the capital sharesher size. The prince must roam from house to house, from mansion to cottage to townhome, trying to find the one girl who came to the winter solstice ballin glass slippers (they must have hurt like hellby the end

A Renaissance within the Republic

thinking of poetry, bang your tambourine! denounce imitative ones, say it’s vicious, kids! discover what an imitator is in the midst of the dark affair. sigh with relief and end an inferior thing. don’t mind if they, in lyric or epic poetry, write so well about what music should do to you. work the rational,

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thinking of poetry, bang your tambourine! denounce imitative ones, say it’s vicious, kids! discover what an imitator is in the midst of the dark affair. sigh with relief and end an inferior thing. don’t mind if they, in lyric or epic poetry, write so well about what music should do to you. work the rational,

Since This Is a Chicano Poem

Chicano images are lovely; a bloody boxer heeds the words of his trainer or father, feathered serpents sleeping in mud while drunks in donut shops remember Chihuahua. Each new creation adds strokes to a pre-existing mural, but each dab hardly leaves space for that goofy Anglo sense of self captured in wooden writing cabins back

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Chicano images are lovely; a bloody boxer heeds the words of his trainer or father, feathered serpents sleeping in mud while drunks in donut shops remember Chihuahua. Each new creation adds strokes to a pre-existing mural, but each dab hardly leaves space for that goofy Anglo sense of self captured in wooden writing cabins back

Why We Write: A Virtual Reading

To celebrate the launch of our special issue, “Why We Write,” we asked six contributors to share videos introducing and reading from their work featured in the issue. Purchase the Fall 2021 issue here to read more from these and other authors.

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To celebrate the launch of our special issue, “Why We Write,” we asked six contributors to share videos introducing and reading from their work featured in the issue. Purchase the Fall 2021 issue here to read more from these and other authors.

A Different Distance

My heart sinks as night falls, minutes later daily. Soon, March, spring again, but “curfew,” “confinement,” still menace. “All this for a few old farts who’d die soon anyway . . .” comments in Le Monde. I remember the AIDS epidemic, shunned gay sons. I’d rather be shunned for flamboyant life than “for my own

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My heart sinks as night falls, minutes later daily. Soon, March, spring again, but “curfew,” “confinement,” still menace. “All this for a few old farts who’d die soon anyway . . .” comments in Le Monde. I remember the AIDS epidemic, shunned gay sons. I’d rather be shunned for flamboyant life than “for my own

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