—From Nour Al Ghraowi's review of Postcolonial Love Poem
Nick and I met in December of 2014 at a holiday party in Lawrence, Kansas. I had just graduated from university and my immediate mission was finding a source of income while keeping my hopes alive of becoming a writer. In the beginning of our collaboration and friendship, we both found common ground in that […]
What’s the difference, if there are any, between a war and a pandemic? Both are fatal, both allow fear to fester in our bodies, and both prevent us from carrying on with our lives until we somehow get used to it. I’ve experienced both, no break in between to heal the wounds of the war, now with constant fear of illness residing in my body.
Winners Selected by judges Carmen Maria Machado, Leslie Jamison, Ada Limón, & Meg Lionel Murphy Fiction: Lady Sings by Mant Bares Nonfiction: To Be Loved by Chloe Vassot Poetry: Cricket Noon by Tennessee Hill Visual Art: Tapadas, Saints and Other Heroines by Kathy Bruce Fiction Finalists Black Girl Inside Outpatient by Maya Pearson Coronation by […]
You, leaping from the limestone bluffs of Pueblo Reservoir,
are suspended a moment
with the pelicans, white K-Swiss laces fluttering, red life vest
Later my brother and I ate french fries in separate cities, at separate times. As was the natural trajectory of growing up, an arc equally appreciable by Euclid, it was nothing to complain about. There were french fries in cups. french fries alongside fried fish. Fries alone, wrapped in a square of butcher paper.
This queer woman who found god in the woods— I’m always trying to believe her.