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From the magazine:Evel Knievel Returns to Snake River Canyon
By Jim Johnstone
Bomber jacket trimmed with venom,
I pace the canyon like a parasite:
EK monogram, US flag, and cane,
the…
From the magazine:
Look at our boots and spurs!
By Angelina Sáenz
No
I don’t dance horses
I am not a mariachi
I am not a baile folklorico dancer
I am not the half-time show…
From the magazine:
el abanico
By ire’ne lara silva
we are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars…
From the magazine:Four generations
By Angelina Sáenz
There is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…
From the magazine:You are prettier when you are quiet
By Angelina Sáenz
I am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me

To be clear
I am not …
From the magazine:machetona
By ire’ne lara silva
they called me for wanting to wear the traje de charro for wanting to ride astride for wanting no limits…
From the magazine:You can thank us later
By Angelina Sáenz
Brother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?

Our performances…
From the magazine:lo nuestro
By ire’ne lara silva
it was the truest thing to say a sisterhood
born of struggling and dreaming and training

it was the truest…
From the magazine:me llamo viento
By ire’ne lara silva
they announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile…
Completely Possible
By R. L. Swihart
The migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic.
With mathematical complexity, wind
over sand
*
Ropes …
From the magazine:Beach
By Maeve Marien-McManus
to me I bend their gaze &
I break it.
For the women on the shore I break it.

For once my young body stronger…
The Dogs
By Peter O’Leary
Blood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
uttering:...
From the magazine:As Capitalism Gasps for Breath I Watch the Knicks Game
By Yesenia Montilla
& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset…
Muybridge’s Horse in Motion
By Holly Mitchell
1.
After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

This is called suspension.

2.
Her name is Sallie Gardner.

She’s by Vandal, out of Charlotte Thompson, Kentucky bred, of Irish pedigree, a
Birdcatcher.

Now...
From the magazine:
Lil Mermaidz
By Tayi Tibble
Rinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis
with the drinking water and getting a slap
upside the head from your mother with her
House & Garden magazine reserved especially
for fanning away mosquitoes and sighing
because we know that this is how
it’s always going...
White Egret
By Chris Abani
A stream in a forest and a boy fishing,
heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world—
lick and pant. The Holy Scripture
is animal not book.
I should know, I have smoked
the soul of God, psalm burning
between fingers on an African afternoon.
And how is...
From the magazine:
Jesus on the Iron Cross
By Jim Daniels
The strongest boy in our high school
on the edge of Detroit did not play
sports—he would’ve had to cut
his long blond Samson hair
and put away his switchblade
and stop smoking dope.

The gone-to-seed coaches who taught
gym class hated him for the beauty
they could...
From the magazine:
The Usual Entertainment
By Jaswinder Bolina
How the sweat-drenched vendors hawk
Old Styles to the drunken disorderlies—
who are us!—in the pilsner light
of August buzzing with gnats and lingo,
the umpire barking his commandments
like a clergy, the manager barking back
like a heretic. I douse my dog in ketchup,
and buy...
- Activities
- Sports & Outdoor Activities
From the magazine:
Romance
By Susan Browne
I swim my laps today, slowly, slowly,
reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars,
the water silken on my skin, my body still able
to be a body & resting at the pool’s lip,
I watch other bodies slip through the blue,
how...
Cloud Hands
By Arthur Sze
A woman moves through a Cloud Hands position,
                        holding and rotating

an invisible globe—thud, shattering glass, moan,
                        horn blast—so many

worlds to this world—two men dipnet
                        sockeye salmon

at the mouth of a river—from a rooftop, a seagull
                        squawks and cries;

a woman moves...

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Cloud Hands

From the magazine:Evel Knievel Returns to Snake River Canyon

From the magazine:
Look at our boots and spurs!

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el abanico

From the magazine:Four generations

From the magazine:You are prettier when you are quiet

From the magazine:machetona

From the magazine:You can thank us later

From the magazine:lo nuestro

From the magazine:me llamo viento

From the magazine:Beach

From the magazine:As Capitalism Gasps for Breath I Watch the Knicks Game

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Lil Mermaidz

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Jesus on the Iron Cross

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The Usual Entertainment

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Romance