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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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  I. I started collecting them like Legos. I traced the sharp edges and pressed the tiny connector circles into the meat of my thumb until they made red impressions. My first words were “I want juice.” I stared at a cup of quickly warming milk, stacked the green block on top of the blue […]

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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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