This Strange Continent Let’s write of our grandmothers. Mamaw always made biscuits. Her rings hung around her thin fingers like a rattle. With these hands that drove a munitions truck during the war, that beat…
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“What Our Mothers Prepare For Us”: A Review of Jihyun Yun’s Some Are Always Hungry
In her debut collection, Some Are Always Hungry, Jihyun Yun explores a sense of longing and belonging in a constant state of flux—through experiences that are specific to being a Korean-American, immigrant woman. Yun’s speaker…
Three Poems from Maša Torbica
Anni Mirabiles Gnawed women warned me: love is something spiteful spat at us by the stars. Lust, a spit we tie ourselves to turning grinning crisping for a brief feast. Wide-eyed, I watched people slice…
On the Corner of 5th and Orange
the three of us turn right. Past the iron fence wrapped in raspberry, thick with bee song and morning glory’s violet, the tree’s jaw and its opera throat hitting all the right notes. Past the…
Early Morning Rescue
I search the blue dawn for her fire. She scents of smoke and burnt matches. I steer her back to the house. My stepfather will wake soon, demand bread and tea, snatch her by…