Making Waves in 1798 by Tammi Truax
“Making Waves in 1798” by Tammi Truax “I can tell when Gaja smell water. Can read it in the way she move. This is way a’fore any water’s in sight. She get excited. It’s the only time that she take to walking at a fast clip. Mister like her to go fast.” Solomon whispered as if Mister Owen was within earshot. “He think we travel too slow. Makes more money if we git places faster. But we like the slow walk.” He...
You Are Migrant by Katherine DiBella Seluja
“You Are Migrant” by Katherine DiBella Seluja which is to say you are standing in a line a very long line you are grasping the fist of a child you do not know you will not lose this child you don’t know where this line will lead you but you know well what it took you from you are from Syria, Tunisia, Mexico, Ukraine a sack holds your belongings in other words please God, praise Allah enough to barter for your...
Diaspora by Faith Holsaert
“Diaspora” by Faith Holsaert Our inheritance in the Diaspora is to live in this inexplicable space–Dionne Brand if there was a curtain we didn’t notice if there was something other than raspberries among dusty leaves we didn’t see we saw how the path wound up from the creek we knew we had to carry we knew the old man in the next town we...
The, a lyrical soliloquy by Chiori Miyagawa
“The, a lyrical soliloquy” by Chiori Miyagawa How can anyone read my chart with either thirteen or fourteen-hour differences, depending on when the candies go on sale for Halloween? Maybe fate just means chronology. Or it’s an April first joke or the second. A man’s name is a man’s name, it takes three generations to undo it. I have a girl, she has a girl, and fingers crossed, like that. At some dinner, I...
The Weight of White by Lorraine Mejia
“The Weight of White” by Lorraine Mejia He brought her to his orchard home of white snow, holding her out with pride so his family could see her beauty. They only saw her accent, saw through the bleached hair. Woman with Aztec blood! Father tried desperately to make them see. In the farmhouse attic bedroom, the grandfather clock that used to rock him to sleep now watched as she silently cried, reapplied...
And / Or / Against / For by Vero Gonzalez
“And / Or / Against / For” by Vero Gonzalez AND 1. Allows for contradictions: weak (emotional) and strong (in control of emotions), victim (defined by experiences) and survivor (defines own experiences), here (United States) and gone (Puerto Rico). Good Latina (quiet, submissive) and fierce feminist (vocal, empowered). 2. Encourages synthesis: This plus this plus this–no part of us excluded....
Terrible Fortune Inside My Head, Grenadine by Lynne Thompson
“Terrible Fortune Inside My Head, Grenadine” by Lynne Thompson inspired by Alison Saar’s sculpture “Foundered” …and my head lies, eternally, on its side, its one unbound ear cocked to the wind (always howling, racing away, exposed,...
Bulletin by Cheryl Clarke
“Bulletin”(1) by Cheryl Clarke Disguising her vigilance with passive stance, she read the bulletin stealthily, with some difficulty and great understanding. The General will esteem it as a singular favor if you can apprehend a mulatto girl, servant and slave of Mrs. Washington, who eloped from this place yesterday. She may intend to the enemy. Her name is Charlotte but in all probability will change it. She...
102. by M. Nzadi Keita
“102.” by M. Nzadi Keita My mother washed your weekly pile of panties while pee tested her own body’s drawstring with a faint touch, then a nudge. She wanted to get done, to skip the field. She wanted to play. After she hung your drawers up by the scant silk rim, made to catch your sweat, she dropped her head into a quiet she could own. This girl. Whom you called “Your Girl” or “Your Day Girl” depending on...
Imagine: A Love Song by Denise Miller
“Imagine: A Love Song” by Denise Miller -for and “from” Sandra Bland Imagine I am not fingernail scrapings— imagine I am not neck, or vagina or legs— Imagine I, am not a knot. Imagine you are not a toe tag. Not rubber band that encircles...
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