My Cousin Wants to Shoot Mexicans
By Jackie Simmons
She told me so.
Me, and 271 of her closest friends on Facebook.
I don’t want to ever be accused
of being a bad journalist, poet, or human … Continue reading→
Border Crosser
By Salma Ruth Bratt
Curious Sunday morning
When the migra stretches
His green sleeve
To stop me
With a grunt and a snort
The bus yawns open
And spits them out
They … Continue reading→
elegy for lucille
Rachelle Cruz
i stole your book of light
from a roommate’s shelf
and climbed into the fire
escape
the book slipped from
my fingers spilling ash
on the sidewalk
the city … Continue reading→
Hole in One
(for Soweto)
By Truth Thomas
Punches through phone books hurt less than this.
Had I known the hurt my mother hid under
goodbye hugs—her feathers—I would not have
flown so quickly from her … Continue reading→
The Distance Between
by Iris Jamahl Dunkle
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Grateful for the tree, not just what’s air-bound:
oak trunk thick enough to thwart cannon balls
black bark, dark tributaries opening
arthritically toward sky
but also what’s
… Continue reading→