Walter Closes the Door Gently When somebody dies in this community, the people within, not knowing how else to ease the burden of grief that...
By Amina Doherty rev·o·lu·tion noun ˌre-və-ˈlü-shən 1. a forcible overthrow of a government or social order, in favour of a new system; 2. the movement...
Marriage A man and a woman stretch in a courtyard. They are both very complicated. I am looking at a photograph of them. You...
By LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs bacche kā pōtRā bloom, the dandelion dance of Keisha’s mane. a Wave of bush. her kitchen pearls &...
The Mourners some, hooded, hide their faces hands inside their sleeves some, uncovered, wipe their tears, brood in fabric’s fold mourning...
THE ANATOMY OF TRUST OR BREAKING _____ I. HEART The pulse shudders the body at such infinitesimal levels that many of us ignore its existence....
Diana and the face of the moon another night you are . turning your face ………………….. i am already gone and...
By Kristy Webster The Bee Trap Some girls have eyes like invitations, and some girls wear glasses and scarves, walk with a whistle...
from Narrative & Nest by Danielle Vogel Toward Untraumatizing the Sentence— If anything comes through in spite of all this, it is...
By Kaila Philo We spend the majority of our days primping and preening dead protein adorning our crusty scalps as if, somehow, this dead...
Kristen E. Nelson is the author of Write, Dad (Unthinkable Creatures Press, 2012). She has recently published work in The Volta, Denver Quarterly, Drunken Boat, Tarpaulin Sky Journal, Trickhouse, and Everyday Genius, among...
By Aditi Rao Dear Mr. Yadav, I too am an Indian Woman “Referring to the recent ‘Slut Walk’ held in the Capital, Mr. Lalu...
By Quincy Scott Jones Town and Country: A Review of Marci Blackman’s Tradition (Water Street Press, 2013) In the most brilliant crimes stories, the detective must travel,...
This piece was written in the liminal space after the Boston Marathon bombings had occurred, during the initial firefights and manhunt, during the time when...
By Nancy Kricorian Back when I earned my MFA in Poetry at Columbia, the majority of the students were women, and nearly all of our...
By Rachana Pathak PART 1 I am your living museum For you to idealize – The village life Happy peasants Smoking beedis in the fields...
voice of hunger Dear Adrienne, The moment of change . you honor. ripples me . in bittersweet wonder—. the...
By Joy KMT The hardest thing for a traumatized people to do is look in the mirror and love themselves, and their reflections. I say...