Crow
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
Poetry
At the Locust Fork of the Black Warrior River
My childhood closet was stuffed
with redheaded baby dolls
named for pieces of the body
that start with R—
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My childhood closet was stuffed
with redheaded baby dolls
named for pieces of the body
that start with R—
Gametes
My cousin floats on her back a few feet away.
She’s the most beautiful thing—
Five years older & mean,
she used to kick me in my sleep.
We lie facedown on the concrete dock
as a hawk circles us.
By Yuxi Lin
My cousin floats on her back a few feet away.
She’s the most beautiful thing—
Five years older & mean,
she used to kick me in my sleep.
We lie facedown on the concrete dock
as a hawk circles us.
Pins
Nye flawlessly writes about the power in prayer, in letting go of rage and the past, that by the end of the poem, we are left thinking of our loved ones and what we’ve learned from them – and how that knowledge lives in our bodies.
Nye flawlessly writes about the power in prayer, in letting go of rage and the past, that by the end of the poem, we are left thinking of our loved ones and what we’ve learned from them – and how that knowledge lives in our bodies.
Shrinking the Uterus
Nothing screams love more than food, and Song flawlessly executes the poem’s richness through her sound and imagery.
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By Cathy Song
Nothing screams love more than food, and Song flawlessly executes the poem’s richness through her sound and imagery.
