Soba K.B. Carle Buckwheat flour veils the hands of the black woman in the window. She draws the attention of crowds who leave fingerprints upon her reflection. Gaze as her hands form cylinder towers she destroys with her fists. Flattens and forms dough layers...
Second Nightingale Lo Kwa Mei-En # 22 …it must be a fable, invented by those who had written the book. Desire cut the tale in half, each into a mouth lightning leaves. Quills...
Tender Grapes Helen Armstrong Tender Grapes Helen Armstrong Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:for our vines have tender grapes. Song of Solomon, 2:15 ot all boyfriends were foxes, but all foxes wereboyfriends. All foxes belonged to somebody,...
Amends Rage Hezekiah https://bwr.ua.edu/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Amends.Hezekiah-1.m4a Amends Rage Hezekiah https://bwr.ua.edu/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Amends.Hezekiah-1.m4a You taught me to foster rage ...
Lucinda Uma Dwivedi Lucinda is a great girlfriend. She tells me I’m pretty. Always, darling, you’re so pretty. I go red. No one has ever called me pretty before. I say thank you. I touch my chin to my collarbone and stare at my hands, folded in my lap. She...
from GULF EPISTOLARY Erin Slaughter content warning: sexual violence Dear P: There’s nothing new to say about the ocean, that grotesque centipede. Its ugly, sloshing prayer—which is the noise of us, and is us. In the new year, my hot water heater grinds itself...
