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Isabel sat down in her favorite chair, its back leg all wobbly. A bit of coffee spilled. She sipped off the saucer and sat super still, engrossed in The Guiding Light. Today she’d find out who is the father of Kathy’s baby. When her daughters’ voices drifted out of their bedroom and down the hall, […]

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  We are both reservoirs Mom delivers the bad news like she’s asking a question. Grief is a man in bed. Kids standing on a roof looking down. Going outside without my keys or my money or my jacket. A little hill north of town I’ve never noticed before. We are both reservoirs, flooding the […]

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    Portrait of a Marriage We, recovering Mormons, blow out candles in the birthdays of our second childhoods. He brings home Smirnoff, “Pussy beer” he calls it. I bring home coffee, which he refuses to drink until I tell him I feel fucking judged. He tells me he loves me more each time I […]

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Grapsus adscensionis Photo Credit: Maria José Giménez

Are You a Monster: Conversations with My Favorite Toni Morrison Quotes “…If you can only be tall because somebody is on their knees, then you have a serious problem. White people have a very, very, very serious problem. And they should start thinking about what they can do about it. Take me out of it.” […]

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    The Lectern Just beneath the floor in the basement there bullet holes intact, erect as a lanky body sprayed, a monument collecting its dust, the lectern behind which Malcolm X stood ‘fore a shotgun sawed off his life. It can be found down a flight of stairs             […]

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Translating “Hilm” after Cathy Park Hong   Please fill all appropriate blanks with “hilm.” She stood at the platform and waited for the __________ to make her interview on time. Her mother’s __________ was not tall enough to reach the shelf near the cabinet. As she walked past, the man shouted __________ at her but […]

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  What does genre mean to you and how does it build/unbuild your work? One of the things I love most about poetry is the way it allows one to be free-flowing from the creator’s mouth to the listeners’ ears. One poem can mean many different things to many different people. When I think about […]

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SUNFLOWERS IN GOBI DESERT                   for Ai Qing   in the year i was born, my father was a bird of exile. what is a border if you can’t fly right over it? i trawl the sleep of a body, eager to haunt for love & logic […]

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grocery shopping/i am distraught death is not at all in opposition to life i went grocery shopping and i needed to buy an apple not to eat to buy an apple because this is an example of an idea i had when i was grocery shopping to buy an apple but just because i was […]

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Statement from the artist on the piece: Queer, feminine, chicanx, womxn, are all categories that are supposed to be my identity but are unstable and their meanings change as I move across time and space. I use make-up to explore identity in its ephemerality and precarious nature. While make-up for me, is a self-care ritual […]

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