On Foxes By Claressinka Anderson 1 Sometimes hope is a fox, a glimpse of rust in the leaves, a longing for a place no longer mine. Snow gathers in a wedge of stone cut hair, in the park where I wore little shoes. 2 I don’t take photographs anymore.   3 You rode your bicycle to … Continue reading On Foxes

Excerpt from Spine By Marina Magalhães MARINA MAGALHÃES is an award-winning choreographer and seasoned dancer from Brazil, based in Los Angeles. Magalhães's choreography draws from her unique background in Afro-Latin and Contemporary dance practices to create a dance theater grounded in subversive politics and deeply personal story-telling. Her work has been shown throughout LA -- REDCAT Theater, … Continue reading Excerpt from Spine

Medical Math with Idiots by Jennie Gaborno How many total pregnancies have you had? asks Alison, the sperm-browed blonde assistant. Three. And how many children? Three. So no miscarriages? Yes. One. I have a set of twins. Over the shoulder of her pink scrubs I see her change the three to a four. No, it's … Continue reading Medical Math with Idiots

  Aisha by Mikeas Sánchez  Translated by David Shook Kyü’wünba tyojtskümü te’ takabyü oma’ dyomo’ajkuy’isñye’ te’ España te’ Marruecos tere’ tumü’ pabiñomo juka’bütsübü tijan chan’gabü su.i’tyambü’is wyrün Chajku’ Marraquesh dü’ mboyaj’biajse dü ngümung dü’ mboya’yajpajse sungü’ram tajsubü’luna’ram Hachís’oma tsutsibü’nü’oma dü’ sukpa’ tyüjkmü dü’ sukpa ñyaka’omoMyama’is chajma’yü jana’ tyena’ tome’ nükut’numba’mü jana’ tyena’ tome’ moch’andun’mü’ jana’ tyena’ … Continue reading Aisha

Hungover By Stacy Kadomasu “Last night was fun, but sorry I don’t do Asian girls,” he tells me a comfortably white lie to excuse the inebriated blur between his and my kind because last night was the kind of night when we were both liquid heat melting away our differences the best kind of burn but … Continue reading Hungover

Sea Urchin Princess By  Bernadette D. McComish   If the skin has been stained scrape it off layer by layer until there is just film over bone: slick sinew like serpent scales smooth to the eye coarse to touch. Touch: HERE, you can learn how to smile through pierced pain, at the shore, at runners, at … Continue reading Sea Urchin Princess

Pre-History I will never come home to babies - carriages of little moons with fine hair. I have made peace with Daddy, have known the silver leash of love. My body – ​its soft history grown softer still. There is snow in my room a broken faucet old mirrors on opposing walls. You have seen … Continue reading Pre-History