By Frank X Walker
Humiliate her mother at every checkpoint.
Replace the Second Surah with air raids and shelling.
Reduce…
Replace the Second Surah with air raids and shelling.
Reduce…
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- By Frank X WalkerAll believers know about the power of water
though not enough about the power of dirt.
My mama used… - By Frank X WalkerWe held hands for the first time
on his deathbed, which would have been
insignificant had we at least … - By Cara DeesThe year the local woman was murdered and her body
fed to dogs, we slipped vanilla gloss over our lips… - By Charlie PeckMy lack of skill, I just hammered the keys. A piano chord,
the overcoat. On a lacquered floor I played… - By Angela JacksonCousin Mildred Willie Mae’s sister came by
And watched us come in and out the yellow house.
A kiss … - By Dāshaun WashingtonMy mother kept a chest of letters
my father sent me from prison.
She didn’t let me see them
until I was… - By Dāshaun WashingtonThe news said an unidentified man died today
in an accident involving several stray bullets,
fired … - By JA LentonGrandfather and I are hurling stones
into Brandy Bay. Round for round,
he beats my distance. Shortsighted… - By Shlagha BorahSay a scene is being set—unrest, uprising. Teargas, gunshots, fire, smoke. So much smoke. University…
- By Shara LessleyBelly to branch, the sapsucker drills
the maple’s well, drumming
the trunk, its red throat thrumming.
I… - By Nur TurkmaniI remember that jasmine bush.
But I’d forgotten the yellow couch.
I can’t bear our small faces in the… - By Shlagha BorahWhen my grandfather was on his deathbed, he didn’t
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four… - By E. Ethelbert Millerwe would take the train to brooklyn
leaving the bronx
down through harlem
out to prospect park
bergen… - By Austin AllenEven weeks after you went, they came:
Frontgate, Fresh Finds, Hearthsong—the names blurring,
the smiling… - By Austin AllenKeyed up after a sleepless flight,
we stared at the Place de la Comédie:
the stone Graces glowing pink… - By Victoria ChangTwo swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…
- By Nay ThitBefore I was born, my mother says, there was another boy. My brother. One day, half-asleep during lunch…
- By Nay ThitWhen my turn came, my father dressed me meticulously like a piece of dried fish. We all bear the jagged…
- By Mayda Alexandra del VallePrimero it’s hablando in whatever language
fits your need at the moment.
It’s stories about an unbalanced…