Flotsam by A. W. Earl

Shattered by it, for a time, confused; this body that would not obey would not contain sexless simplicity but grew fat, graceless, unsaved, all mushroomed by the rain. Unlovely, I would grab my breasts as though to drag them off the bone, unwitting Amazon who drew a...

American Cassava by Samuel Williams

Little black boy from the waters Whose pastimes were throwing bricks, Shooting marbles. He caught fish in empty chewing gum containers Set them free again in the rain. Black boy from the earth. He rushes to the sea walls. Till water rises to the rim, He must build a...

Eighth Wonder by Beth Booth

Across the river there is another town, with more buildings and paths that go to nothing and people with faces like drunken moons hung by somebody who doesn’t understand the sky. Across the river there is another country, another empty crosstown train that stops to...

Many Mothers by Nicole Dawn Haywood

The heavy smell of familiar soil each mound stirs the worms; pulls me closer and I find myself looking into a deep grave shaped like my many mothers its walls wet and slick lined with the strokes of strong fingers I taste blood and stone as I lay myself down looking...

Since Records Began by Beth Booth

When my parents spoke of time, they spoke of gig smokers and dissertations carefully written by typewriter. What relics would I inherit, we wondered: cassette tapes, a floppy disk with my name on it, the Millennium party at which I was convinced the world was ending,...

Transformation Battles by A. W. Earl

Between the furrows, I can take it off, when the storm is on the day, when the oaks are fading green, I can make myself all angles, all lollop, all grand knees, and rust-brown-fur, all twitching ears, kiss low-dusk-sky and stare in silent worship at the moon. Witch...

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