Unattainability Ode
how I wished / to see her sleeping
Nine Places
Here my mother will peel back layers of wallpaper in the kitchen, its large orange and brown patterned flowers tearing stingily.
Psychology 101: Id, Ego, and White Supremacy
Black psychologists understood it as aggression, a demonstration of power.
The Fate of Small Negotiations
My son’s DNA is rainbow colored.
The Berkeley Pit
The earth was already poisonous from the start.
Another Country Death Song
Sidra was a Polish girl who’d read a lot of Nietzsche and wanted to die.
Nine Mournings
The first morning is soaked in fog and dew collects on her bare shoulders, speckles of water crowding together in an anxious wait as Harriet stands in the middle of the crossroad.
Aqua Boogie
The State Store was a squat, Soviet-style building parked on the less-heeled side of our little town.
Volume 13.1
POETRY <h2>NONFICTION</h2> <h2>FICTION</h2>
Artist: Guilherme Bergamini
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Artist: Sarah Alwasseif
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Artist: Mehrul Bari S. Chowdhury
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Review of Wandeka Gayle’s Motherland
For most of us, there is a motherland—
Sadness Isn’t The Only Muse
I still love books where nothing happens, / good or bad. The page is one landscape I move through.