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the stories (that) aren’t told

Isaac Pickell

he said there’s nothing about us a psalm without us, dissolution as in: stagnation, intransigence in black life, pure force undiluted by reparation, an unfamilial beauty indebted to pale reflections whose possibility for neutral remains undiagnosed: it’s too easy to say white is neutral, splintered i: dentities and emergent modes re: defining oppression as a […]

an excerpt from WATER LILY

Tamara Barnett-Herrin

Holy monster WATER LILY you are the reliquary You hold the hopes of us now we face end times And pray to you namaste, tattoo you on arses When you are the butthole that hots up and traps us Changes at night while we rollick inside you The gigantic illustrious one bred at Kew That got […]

Always To Do

Tess Brown-Lavoie

There is a landscape I return to once I’ve been let down by every last body. Not a horizon, but a fully fleshed out three dimensions— with the topography of a furrowed brow— my gaze is the unadulterated sun ready to burn skin. My papers— technology— sobriety— and intoxication. After the second heartbreak I called […]

Victory

Adrienne Rich

for Tory Dent  • Something spreading underground won’t speak to us under skin won’t declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods in their drama    hogging down the deep bush    clear-cutting refugees from ancient or transient villages into our opportunistic fervor    to search               […]

Vendanges

John Ashbery

A tall building in the fifteenth arrondissement faded away slowly and then completely vanished. Toward November the weather grew very bitter. No one knew why or even noticed. I forgot to tell you your hat looked perky. A new way of falling asleep has been discovered. Senior citizens snoop around to impose that sleep. You […]

Notes of a Cowry Girl

Don Mee Choi

1. I am a cowry girl, a marine biologist to be exact. In 1930, Queensland, the shells were found. White, so pale, no pattern, one shell. White but markings. One shell. Overlaid by three shells. Normal. One shell. Other shells were unspotted. Color photographs were taken by Mr. Goadby. They showed no difference. All were […]

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