Dear Readers, Writing is often a process of discovery, but so is founding a literary journal. You set out on a journey with intention, with heart, and hope you end … Continue reading
I fail to read my ancestral chart … Continue reading
Belize City, August 2012 No sleep in the city where boys and dogs meet at street corner shrines to honor the last body that died there. The sun’s glare takes … Continue reading
An exit in numbers. 1 excerpted line: “You have to like it better than being loved.” 2 untuned guitars. 3 words that start with –e/x: xylophone, Xanax, exception. 1 half-iversary … Continue reading
susie knuckles in love i think i met all the wrong men before you and i think they ruined me but i think you’re really handsome the way a map … Continue reading
Thursday: today I am wearing dirty shoes I feel as dirty as them, uncleaned body struggling to take a breath. I shake like a mad person. There are no words … Continue reading
Savage Ghazal Wigwam-rhetoric, Hiawatha-speak, Gitchigoomie Savage this, savage that. Gag me with a coup stick. Savage literature for masses. Unbelievable—Barbie doll in buckskin, a scarlet-haired, green-eyed Poca-ho savage straight from … Continue reading
Bride-Viewing When I was a child, I liked when we had guests because my parents became the kind of parents I saw on TV: the kind I always prayed for. … Continue reading
“It is important for a writer to put herself out there—to be vulnerable like I was when I submitted my essay to Poets & Writers. Exposing ourselves helps us expose … Continue reading
Co-editor Casandra Lopez Reviews Annam Manthirum’s short story collection Dysfunction If you are looking to read a short stories with a happy endings you should not read Annam Manthirum’s short … Continue reading
I am I am the moon And come from mother earth I look in the mirror and see my reflection In my dreams, i imagine being something else I am … Continue reading
Divorce assuming this is really how tradition works marriage is a sturdy foundation of sticks love is the smooth smoke that stains the top of the tipi assuming this is … Continue reading
Four Poems Fractions There is only one number that stands up straight and whole, but I am here to talk about 1400 year old fractions – At age 7, Ali … Continue reading
Cornfield Contributor’s Notes: Aaron Yazzie, Diné, from Holbrook, Arizona is Ashįįhí (Salt Clan) and born for Todích’íi’nii (Bitter Water Clan). He graduated from Stanford University in 2008 with a Bachelor of Science in … Continue reading
Swallowed for Sierra Leone ballet dancer and civil war survivor —Michaela DePrince we You have no bones. Maybe you swallowed them. After witnessing a teacher cut open to settle a … Continue reading
The Brown Line I use the train tracks like a ladder. Climb up and up, swell my brown belly with air that money buys: freshly mowed grass, musk-leather handbag, crisped … Continue reading
The Almost-Prayer I. Help me to remember the edge of speech: I know it had to do with hunger and stunted hands squeezing the last crumbs of what doesn’t last. … Continue reading
Somewhere between Purple Rain and circa ’94 i. Baptized face beneath a wash rag, he dunks me quickly in a large swimming pool, swift and voluntary indoctrination, a bragging right, … Continue reading
Escaping The Verging Cities And when I realize the woman in the film looks just like my sister and the film will end as all snuff films end, … Continue reading
“As a poet, I’m interested in what art can be created from the anxieties of being from such a place. What can we create from these experiences? I’m a poet, … Continue reading
Juana’s Poem On July 3rd 2008 in Davidson County, Nashville, Tennessee Juana Villegas was pulled-over for reasons that were never explained to her. She is undocumented, 9 months pregnant, … Continue reading
Thought Woman (for the women of the Metro Detention Center – a prayer poem) Thought woman created tortillas and flesh like masa – and perhaps she thought of violence too. … Continue reading
Stairway to Heaven They said you were born on the day the president was shot, but I’m here to set the record straight – Herbie Shorty was born in the … Continue reading
Untitled I put you in a box, wrapped it in duct tape, and chucked it all into a pond next to the big house on the hill. Seasons changed. The … Continue reading
Shattered Traditions * * * Hank Richardson is a self –taught portrait artist who currently resides in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and is an enrolled member … Continue reading
A Thousand Healing Birds I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world. – Sadako Sasaki (1943-1955) Fold a thousand origami cranes. A wish … Continue reading
Braids His mother tells me a real woman can braid until the tips of her fingers fall on fire, until the tail we weave together submerges, reignites in spring carried … Continue reading
The Things We Remember She flinches. We might be reaching for the saltshaker or leaning past her to grab the remote, and she flinches. A quick movement. She blinks, and … Continue reading
MariJo Moore and Trace A. DeMeyer’s Innovative Anthology Gives Voice to Indigenous Thoughts Concerning the Universe Jessie Robie Unraveling the Spreading Cloth of Time: Indigenous Thoughts Concerning the Universe. PB, … Continue reading
diaspora i don’t try to remember you the way i should do, spent seventy-two hours since four am wednesday in the last week of october telling any stranger i could … Continue reading
Magdalena’s Fire* The distance brims with charcoal-colored plumes. Lost on a trash-strewn desert highway, rattlesnakes lick my thorn-torn shadow, ghost trucks blare just to leave me in their dust with … Continue reading