The Silent People by Aysegul Savas
The Silent People Aysegul Savas They awoke as if this were the first time, as if this were eternity. They awoke to hear the murmur, just out of their sight. The sound of doors, opening and closing, and the sound of feet, dispersing all along the...
Finishing School by Emma Bolden
Finishing School Emma Bolden Couldn’t sugar. Couldn’t sweet right. Couldn’t rat- comb, couldn’t tease the boys with a belt and a bra, Madonna coned. Couldn’t talk lady. Couldn’t coo. Couldn’t bless the heart of Jesus till he bleached...
Sensorium by Emily Corwin
Sensorium Emily Corwin 1 in dappled sun, in wine sap apples I dab prismatic gloss atop my cupid’s bow—the philtrum it’s called, it’s chrome-like. I have a mouth & it stinks— this is where I masticate the animal brisket, the pie pumpkin & red plums, pomegranate...
Pedro Full of Grace by Marcos Gonsalez
Pedro Full of Grace Marcos Gonsalez He’s such a Pedro. Across from me, on this 4:30 a.m. Queens-bound N train, on my way to get my stomach cut open, skin excised, and flesh stapled shut, is this Pedro I name Pedro. My cousin Pedro lives in...