1. Our daughter has a name but no body. No, that’s too . . . 2. Our daughter is a bundle of cells. Magnified, she looks like a blackberry. At -321 degrees Fahrenheit, she is quite cold. 3. Actually, we have three cold daughters. If just one would hold the imperfect wall […]
Read More… from Emily W. Blacker – If Uncertainty Were a Color, I’d Paint You
The bottom tier of my traumatised rockery is a venue for revelation. Dirt, worms, sedums, limestone. Fog, graft, dappling, bone. I trample the ground in my winter coat, saluting magpies, alpines. A troubadour, I tune up my soil. There are dogwalkers on the pavement, a sign. Bright gossip soaring over traffic. I know […]
Back home bananas were 49 cents a pound, not 69 cents, and that was enough to make him hate this place. Still, Bob put two sturdy bunches in the cart and made for the potatoes, which he hadn’t bought in years due to Gracie’s diet. He piled a fifth onto the scale; the needle […]
[Trigger Warning: transphobia, sexual violence, war] It was my first fall in America. All the trees we drove by were a gradient of auburn and juniper, and we were moving up WI-26 at 65 miles an hour in a sputtering 1995 Toyota Land Cruiser, screaming our heads off to Kanye’s newly released Jesus […]
Read More… from Hannah Keziah Agustin – Can the Subaltern Love
