I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.
INSIGHT
FICTION
Ichor
When I was a girl my nipples were hard enough to cut my hands - a point of pride
WIT TEA
I Had a Daughter and Now I’m WOKE
As time went on, my convictions only grew stronger. Sometimes my daughter had thoughts, just like a kid who is a boy.
MICRO
Tea
You’ll find me oxidized and open wide, yet rust resistant
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“A Memory,” “El Viejo Son Oscuro,” and “Sonnets To The Rain”
Happiness keeps quiet, like the child
playing in the corner, lost in her game.
The Boy. The Black Man.
What I do remember is the lingering knowledge and horror that my Boyness, my masculinity couldn't protect me.
No Funeral
You mourn the girl I was / as if I killed her, / as if I left her / in a field somewhere, / shipwrecked in the dry grass –
The Offing: Happy Birthday!
In celebration of the generous support we have received from family, friends, writers, artists, and readers, we look back at some of our favorite pieces from the year.
Falling Days
If upward progress is a romantic idea we try to build our lives around, then so too are falling, celerity, this wild and fickle freedom.
My Father Becomes Their Wedding Bouquet
An orchid grows a petal then grows a limb that becomes a leg / The stem vibrates into a hum / I water it till the hum becomes a song
