By Luke Allan
1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
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- By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Jessie LeitzelThe end of summer
and our jalapeño plant
is wilting, its stem brittle
as the heat peels
away from us,
though… - By Joe Carrick-Vartythe sky announcesit has written a lecture
on domestic violence no one starts a family
with the intention… - By Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - By Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - By Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to… - By Omotara JamesWhen we meet at the holiday table, we take turns
and great pains not to remind each other
of our mutual… - 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 Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - By John Whalen-BridgeTranslated By Chun YuThe words of children
splash in grandmother’s mind
and ripple to now.
孩子的話兒
在祖母心中濺起
蕩漾至今。 - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By Ashley WarnerINGREDIENTS: DICED TOMATOES IN TOMATO JUICE, CHARRED FAMILY IN THE PRESERVE. PUREE THE MOTHER (WATER…
- By Danielle Shandiin Emersonłeeshch’iih
across shitáá’
on the inside
of shilátsíín
from the
beesh bii’ ko’í
in the corner
of the
hogan.
My… - By Jalen Skye SmallcanyonUnder noon’s gaze, eyes narrow search for the prize wether, ensnared by rope and legs bound by azure…
- By Kinsale DrakeIn the years of scorched earth,
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
… - By Nia FranciscoNiha hastsoí, nihidzanii
‘álastsii’ nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa’
bílák’ee naazhjaa’go
nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa… - By Zoey YazzieI come from ablazea female mountain boulders scorchedcradled—in—betweenbeat—strainedbeet—stained…
- By Hershman JohnLast Easter, I gave my mother-in-law a large, brown, simple ceramic
Navajo water pot, shiny with pine…