By Omotara James
When Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one…
I forget time is dragging my body from one…
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- By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By John MulcareWe inhaled slag wool in the throat
of a Tennessee summer, installing cheap
can lights, like capping off… - By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Stefania GomezIn the sunless hour before day I hear the man I want
to love just how I’d want him. He’ll never let a… - By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - By Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me
To be clear
I am not … - By Whitney KooBeing a woman of multiple bags, I may not have anything.
When portability really means lack of capacity… - By ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile… - By ire’ne lara silvait was the truest thing to say a sisterhood
born of struggling and dreaming and training
it was the truest… - By Angelina SáenzBrother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?
Our performances… - By ire’ne lara silvathey called me for wanting to wear the traje de charro for wanting to ride astride for wanting no limits…
- By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By ire’ne lara silvawe are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars… - By Angelina SáenzNo
I don’t dance horses
I am not a mariachi
I am not a baile folklorico dancer
I am not the half-time show… - By Hershman JohnDear young Deer Spring and Towering Houses
Follow a Diné elder down a rabbit hole:
My Pembroke crest… - By Nicole GonzalezThe Spiritual Symbiotic Triad
White corn masa harina
puff up on the comal,
Calabacitas steaming
… - By Jalen Skye SmallcanyonUnder noon’s gaze, eyes narrow search for the prize wether, ensnared by rope and legs bound by azure…
- By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch…