SCARLET: A Literary Blog

    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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