by Cherene Sherrard-Johnson | Jul 21, 2021
Narrow was what they called my cousin who is now as exquisite as the Kenyan model pouting on the cover of French Vogue, but before we were of age, I was the pretty one, light, with good hair, and regular. In every photo from the seventies she was my shadow. I’d...
by Maghan Baptiste | Jul 19, 2021
Maybe I am being sensitive but when C is teaching our Sunday morning Black-Lesbians- Only-Group about silkworms, I become anxious. We are curling over ourselves, watching through computer screens: a video of women’s hands laying out carpets and...
by makalani bandele | Jul 13, 2021
thank you for being a present uplifting presence. main, these doors open the other way, what kind of...
by Nate Duke | May 29, 2021
The Prime Mover Between the pit of man’s fears— dog-chain algorithms, the party mushrooms stolen and the summit of his knowledge— cryodesiccation, flush toilets in space my son trips over his ninja costume. / He may accomplish something so historical— teenagers...
by Judith Harris | May 26, 2021
Onions at My Father’s Funeral As they were lowering his coffin into the ground beside my mother’s grave where the grass had regrown— my body leaned and followed, my eyes peered into that hole, the scent of pine rose up, mixing with that of wild onion underfoot, and I...
by Dana Roeser | May 19, 2021
A fundamental disaster has befallen the language powers of human beings. . . . Communication between subjects has degenerated into a babble of indiscriminate voices. The silent compression of the ark (the teiva . . . ) is the mirror-image, the alter ego of the...
