By Brittany Perham
The doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins…
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins…
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- By Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
- By Omotara JamesWhen we meet at the holiday table, we take turns
and great pains not to remind each other
of our mutual… - 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 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 Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - By Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - By Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By Nia FranciscoNiha hastsoí, nihidzanii
‘álastsii’ nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa’
bílák’ee naazhjaa’go
nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa… - By Cynthia J. SylvesterThe way my mom restuccoed the house the color of the rosy pink mesas where she was born. The way she…
- By Danielle ManygoatsBrown, I want you Brown,
Brown roots, Brown trees.
Family lineage ripens into clans
And sheep graze … - By Kinsale DrakeIn the years of scorched earth,
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
… - By Jack Collom"When one is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and…
- By Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.
Ferment culture in… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - By Sarah CarsonThe first gun we knew came in a toolbox for the apocalypse: hammer, barrel, crushed can, pack of Newports…
- By Ellen BassWhat if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater…