In houses all alike women embroider / your future on moccasins sold / to tourists. It's as if the light is waning.
TRANSLATION
POETRY
“I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame”
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
ENUMERATE
“Minority” Identity Development Model For An Indo-Caribbean American in Five Stages
We are not Indians. Don’t try to erase us. We will not be erased.
MICRO
Origin Stories
My black is a story of night and day.
My black is a story of mud and clay.
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Too bad / technology has overridden the soul / and we can no longer experience / true thinking.
A Brief History of Touch
How we know our bodies comes from the way we are handled, from the way your parents held you to the press of sexual partners. We become ourselves through the experience of skin against other skin.
“Invention of the Bridegroom” and “Harem Song”
Wait by the rocks and take up your knitting.
/ Let your smell waft out of that briny tang—
/ just give it time, little siren, patience.
Memoriam 96
The shooter and the vats of bacon fat will not be named and this article will not be published.
The Offing: One Year of Independence
With thanks, today we look back on one year of publishing as an independent organization.
