In Winter, Again The orange-breasted robins are in the garden today for the second time in January. Dozens of them pushing up and flying out from the wild red berry bush to the tall redwood…
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Marseille Hunger by Christopher X. Shade
It’s not the boy who arrests me, it’s the man I recognize above the boy, a man on a balcony who’s dropping a wet skirt to dry over the steel rail of it, and a blouse, and a towel, and other laundry, and then blue sheets.
The Puerto Ricans by Massoud Hayoun
It was Ramadan. In the time of Trump. So you couldn’t just go to some restaurants, you’d have to wait until dark. I don’t fast, but to eat in front of other Arab Americans who do would be an asshole move, undignified. Dignity is my organized religion.
Gefilte Fish by Rachel Attias
Only your great grandmother came straight from the kitchen to the table, still stinking of brine and iron. Resplendent in her Shabbos skirt, matte ocher blood becomes evening gloves.
A Submariner in the Pacific Dreams of Flowers by Christine Spillson
Writing as counterspell, against/thoughts that quantified how much space he filled,/of how much space the air filled—how detectable/the displacement of water.