“a hung out hexology” by Laura Heckel 1 reality is that i have only seen the doctor once after my surgery and that is because i haunt him. 2 i had drains in my legs and […]
Dressed in White
Growing up, my parents never really took us anywhere. Everything normal families made a fuss about, like graduations and birthdays, we spent at home. Their excuse was always how tired they were. I hated that […]
Stay Awake and See Moonlight
Alex R. Hibbert, Ashton Sanders and Trevante Rhodes play the protagonist at three different stages of his life. It’s 1:43 a.m., and I can’t sleep. I just saw Moonlight and so should you. […]
Somewhere in America, 2016
Without the excuse of profiling, never in fear of mandatory minimums or shots in the back, The Absent Father, full of pride, and suffering, the kind of illness we see too often, in our siblings […]
Interview with Maggie Nelson
In the opening pages of The Red Parts Maggie Nelson describes her previously published Jane: A Murder, a sister book to this, as being “about how one might live—or, rather, how my family lived, […]
Que Viva El Movimiento!
Matt Sedillo is an openly Communist poet and a Damn Slam Los Angeles champion. His last book of poetry, ”For What I Might Do Tomorrow” drew praise from the likes of Jack Hirschman. He agreed […]
Soldier and Knight
Smoke billowed and the city burned. The fire bit into the grey. Child-like embers danced in the darkened sky because the glutton named War had eaten all day. Bombs flashed, revealing Death in the […]
Land Of Songs
“May God help you, young girl, to wash the linen sheet.” The village of Puvovocia, Lithuania is in the region called the Land Of Songs. Its voice, both solemn and playful, reaches from the […]
Yes, I Write, But Not for an Audience
Several million tracks of experience find their ways into my subconscious every nanosecond. Curiosity invites my consciousness to bear witness to life, objects, nature, etc., materials that are coded into my DNA and later come […]
Is It You I’m Writing For
The sage burns, the high wears out; and back again I see I’m not alone… It wasn’t you that I was writing for. You’ve already heard each word cycle back again. I wrote instead […]