Liberation By Shauna Barbosa Summer 2017 I count gulls until they spasminto numbers, until I graspa number never uttered. 2 Comments
When I Tell My Father I Might Begin to Pray Again By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 He says he’s never really stoppedspeaking to God. Says it’s in his DNA, askingfor things. 0 Comments
Mother By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 If you had asked me, thirteen, what I wantedto be one day, I wouldn’t have said it. 0 Comments
Mubtadiyah By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 Hidden in a dim stall as the muezzin calledall worshipers to prayer, I touched privatelythe indelible stain. 0 Comments
Menorrhagia By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 Christmas, flew home packaged like a gift. Beneath my jeans a childlike padding. Came to adore the wee god, his dolorous mother. 0 Comments
Storm By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 The summer after, a stormsplit the sky over Hergla and I wanted to be in it. 1 Comment
Pyroclast By Sara Eliza Johnson Summer 2017 When my body blew openthe shadow-glass cloudgalloped through me, glittered 0 Comments
Nebula By Sara Eliza Johnson Summer 2017 The anemone of your dream bloomsinside the vacuum of space.In your pocket of black wind 1 Comment
Alterations By Javier Zamora Summer 2017 She says she lit a candle and placed it under my balls when I was bornbecause they were too big, 0 Comments
Doctor’s Office First Week in This Country By Javier Zamora Summer 2017 it’s procedure to inspect the ass of an immigrant kid undress put this gown on the doctor will be here soon 1 Comment
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