Search Results • Categories:
By Javier Zamora
His grandma made the best pupusas, the counselor wrote next to Stick-Figure Abuelita
(I’d colored her puffy hair black with a pen).
Earlier, Dad in his truck: “always look gringos in the eyes.”
Mom: “never tell them everything, but smile, always smile.”
By Kazim Ali
I place the peach gummy on my tongue
I have come to Boulder, Colorado with an agenda which is what
It is my intention to rewrite the cosmic legislation which governs time and space to better allow for what I am for now calling the anarchy of sense
By Hieu Minh Nguyen
If things happen
the way they are supposed to
my mother will die before me.
By Alan King
The diner's nearly empty
when you both arrive - except for
the six or so other patrons and
a waitress who calls everyone "Hun".
By Rajiv Mohabir
A twist of cotton
daubed in oil
catches flame, an echo
By Truth Thomas
There are fists making tom toms of eardrums,
boots kicking downbeats in skulls,
in every state of tinted circles.
By Trace Howard DePass
[And legal] now.
[Taking full advantage of the enough he is.
Might go sign up for the war.
By Reuben Jackson
Should my black
Flatlander eyes
Lock on the other
By Joseph Ross
When you walk past Klans-
men, smiling at you
on your way into the court
house, wondering how
By Fred Joiner
a pocket can sometimes be
a kind of prison,
I have never lived in