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The Masculine Codex
“You’re very brave for coming here,” the white woman standing next to us keeps saying. She is like…
Arrows of Mata
Mark Essex’s campaign of terror against the New Orleans police climaxed on Jan. 7 in an 11-hour rampage…
There is a repetition
There is a repetitionto torture. There is a repetitionto counseling survivors of torture.There is a repetition to the…
Wound & The Barn Door
Wound Cast a long line to the far side of my wound,let it fall dead upon the dirty…
The Air We Breathe & Fists and Palms
The Air We Breathe Why do you avert the gaze of my peoplewhen you can still hear them…
MAPS
When I was six, my father threw meinto the deep end of the pool. No warning.No story before…
Lassnight
Don’t know where to begin—Wait—Okay, so it’s like this: All nights are stolen, and where…
Painting Butterflies
She came to the park often. Many a person strode past his pedestal on a mission, hand…
THE RIVERS IN ME
THE RIVERS IN ME After Langston Hughes I am no gash in waitingThere are rivers in mesilent, evergreenunder…
SMALL GEOGRAPHY & Others
SMALL GEOGRAPHY The weeds shake as if afraid, even in the sun,grey shadows drawn in an aged hand.Cigarettes…