What I Know of Love by Marie by Louise Naomie

I know love the way I know how to swim. Meaning I do not, but I am open to learning again. Love was drowning and praying that someone would pull you out from beneath the waves. While physically unscathed, I fear that the nightmares do more than keep me awake. I learned to never let … Read moreWhat I Know of Love by Marie by Louise Naomie

Rice is Real by Tamar Weir

Family recipe written in cursive scribbles jammed on the faded lines of browned scrap papers.       To be embraced,                   by the sight of Persian queens Held in the hands of  bold bodies in the kitchen.                 These queens go by various names,        dressed in golds attached to loose earlobes, moisturized fingers, and                                 delicate wrists smoothed in oil. … Read moreRice is Real by Tamar Weir

Fugitive Flower Names by Alan Swope

Some names escape me,  here one day, gone the next.  “Magnolia” disappears,  an ancient genus, magnolia, but I forget the word— a pearl lost in murky waters  despite all my groping in the mud. (Ah, the mud. Might a pure lotus  rise from this ooze?) Without warning, the word returns, big and bright as a … Read moreFugitive Flower Names by Alan Swope

Mind Over Matter For The Uncouth by Sheriff Olanrewaju

It takes a savvy hunter to teach that the size of a dog’s canine tooth is no guarantor for constant cassoulet, As living in a mansion is no automatic mirror of affluence and peace. If only she knew that integrity is the plinth- Upon which success berths; she wouldn’t abandon the matrimonial house, and promiscuous … Read moreMind Over Matter For The Uncouth by Sheriff Olanrewaju

Wait for the Sun by Devon Hulick

We fell asleep in a bush the other day It sounds unpleasant but it was just what we needed You see we were all just trying to escape the things we weren’t ready to face yet Laying under the dome of the branches watching the sunrise through the leaves gave all three of us hope … Read moreWait for the Sun by Devon Hulick

The New American Gothic by Mario Felix

Filled with pained accomplishment.  “Por fin, lo logramos.”  “We made it.”  “Este sacrificio lo hicimos para ti…”  And we made it because you made it.  We made it past -and despite the lecciones machistas de tu padre.  We made it past the gentle beatings de cucharas, cinturones, and electrical wire.  (And the brutal beatings of … Read moreThe New American Gothic by Mario Felix

Running a Tab by Christian Hanz Lozada

When Brown Dad dies, I will have debt because he spent his life accumulating it never knowing how to pay it back. The degrees I have earned were paid for with his money because “Lolo paid for mine. This is how I pay him back.” The Rolex on my wrist was his hand-me-down because he … Read moreRunning a Tab by Christian Hanz Lozada

Hopes I Thought I Threw Away by Anushka Srivastava

Every time you place your hope  in the upper shelf of the closet,  there will be a crash. They say a metal must break to avoid death so you will let your heart bare open  until it begins to bleed, only to convince you hearts don’t shatter like a ceiling hearts, they ooze out a … Read moreHopes I Thought I Threw Away by Anushka Srivastava

Love in Liquid Form by Liz Márquez

Love born of amniotic fluid and blood, mixed equal parts of both. They say a baby doesn’t know itself apart from its mother, and this is true of her too. How she ached, breasts leaking, at the sound of your phantom cry. Her arms like phantom limbs, foreign til the minute you laid in them. … Read moreLove in Liquid Form by Liz Márquez

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