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Sophia Pfaff Shalmiyev
a review of Inga Muscio's Autobiography of a Blue-Eyed Devil: My Life and Times in a Racist, Imperialist Society I was doing acid with my boyfriend in B Dorm at The Evergreen State College in the nineteen nineties when I wondered out loud why there were so few black riot grrrls, so few prominent, young women of color for me to look up to who played music and wrote zines. My boyfriend was a very nice white boy who was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest and I was a Brooklyn, N.Y., transplant who struggled with my exotic status as a dark olive-skinned anomaly that could not be pinned down to a race box to check, who still grappled with the legacy of race-relate [...]
Joel Sherman
I watched as my younger sister Gertie reached out to grab the cicada. I can see it now, plain as day, the copper-veined wings, the devil-red eyes. It was sitting on the woodpile against the side of our house. I was standing right at her shoulder when it happened. It was my idea to catch the cicada in the first place. Neither of us had ever seen o [...]
Sarah Ann Winn
She. They. They call. They call and call. They call me Basket. Come, Basket. Good Basket Darling, cher, sweet Basket. Ce qui est la Panier? We play. But I am. I am more. I am tricky. I am more than a container of tricks, I know a complex lexicon but will not let on. She walks. Walk, walk walk. For a while they talk. They da [...]
Adam McOmber
Arthur awakes in the golden wood. He has dreamed of a silver cup or a stone that fell from the sky. He cannot remember which and wonders if it matters. The campfire has gone out. His bedroll is covered in dew. He watch [...]
Jennifer Makowsky
Raking eucalyptus leaves isn't the same as raking oak leaves. October is different here. Yet the task commands our back yard and its brittle cold morning. Wood smoke and the distant buzz of chainsaws gathered on the air as we lifted armfuls of oak leaves into black plastic bags. My father in his r [...]
Kevin Halleran
Lance Corporal Hank Willis came home from Iraq and wouldn’t stop talking. What happened to the bashful district champ wrestler, the one who couldn't even smile for his picture in The Stony Creek Sentinel without squinting and gritting his teeth as if he was suffering [...]
Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi
"a marriage" is dedicated to the poet and dancer, Sandra Doller. Kaneshiro Araki was the tiniest man Margaret Morri had ever seen, at just under eight inches tall, weighing in at two pounds, six ounces fully clothed, and she loved him passionately, devotedly, from the moment he first parted h [...]
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