The worst day was when the IUs were distributed through the underground market, but we didn’t know it yet. They were dropped on every...

Now that the light is fad i n g the south stares from across the earth. The north has already been d r a w n of its color. As I go...

★★★★★ I AM VERY HAPPY WITH MY PURCHASE By PAT on July 31, 2016 Verified Purchase Color: Lime Glitter I AM VERY HAPPY WITH MY PURCHASE. I...

My feet are swinging up from my chair, out of boredom, and hitting the underbelly of the wooden table. Mama’s sitting down at the dinner...

concave (v. kon-keyv) 1. to allow myself permission to languish into the cavity of my chest and hide amongst hollow bone. 2. i wonder if...

Will I be seen through blurred eyes i cant see me me is unseen to mee I am what is was will be be be repet itiion on drummmm bed snore...

We stand. Two pillars. I am taller than you because my arms are over my head. If I dropped them, I would be just a few inches shorter. I...

The body. The body is adorned in cloth and metal and rubber and referred to as one’s self. The body is to be destroyed. The body is to be...

They told you falsehoods, that dust begot bone begot I, whose womb begot sin, begot flesh begot flesh begot flesh. But I was born from...

Azure smeared blush. Morass garden. Confusion. Foraging. Heaviness. the question wades against her lips awaiting the tongue’s surrender....

The First Visit: Bare-handed and bare-armed, the thorns tore at my skin as I tried to negotiate an uprooting. The shrub was not prepared...

Dios te salve María. Llena eres de gracia, el señor es contigo. Bendita eres entre todas las mujeres y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre,...

I. LONG BLUE BODY I named my habit the White Lady [death loves white] two years ago: nineteen. The White Lady and I, we thieved we stole...

Vision is abstract, touch is figurative. The Female and the Almost. Or eye, a sense of space, as a specter on a coffin (and falls in the...

My mother has the kind of celestial tongue that is too pure for English. First time going to Miami – one small bag in one hand and hopes...

Don’t let the rest of us become white crosses decorating your lawn. Our bodies are not meant to stay whole— we are steeple-top...

Where will our ark disembark? Will there be better lands stretched forth where we can hold all our siblings? I want to have that hands-on...

1. “I confused today with last week. Who did we lose?” 2. Write about your fist fight with God. Who will win? 3. Write an article from...

I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine. There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition, each...

A person sits on the edge of a sidewalk, partially obscured in shadow. Black and white photo. Text of poem transcribed below.