PRAYER TO THE CHARCOAL DUST

FELICIA ZAMORA A shadow rattles inside this suit of cells, in wait for headlights on the horizon. You pray the driver knows you, knows you lay in the center of concrete, a piece of a center line only existing outside double yellows & laws matching intention. ^^^^ Face of slivered moon questions you; glow penetrates … Continue reading PRAYER TO THE CHARCOAL DUST

from ET IN ARCADIA EGO & AM GIRLISH

BRADLEY TRUMPFHELLER i synth my finger across my phone screen & watch the crane fly backwards, an echo of yarrow, white as a statue. next was white queer unfucking themself : then rapture : then neon w/ holes. in a clinic i will not tell the nurse my name. my name, in a dead language, … Continue reading from ET IN ARCADIA EGO & AM GIRLISH

Epiphany

Jo-Ann Berelowitz From 1972 to 1973 I lived in Hillbrow, Johannesburg. The view from my flat reached across the financial towers of the CBD to the squat block homes of Soweto to the gold mine waste dumps spectral in the hazy distance, their ghostly presence veiling their primacy in generating Johannesburg, Egoli, City of Gold. … Continue reading Epiphany

Pizza

Eric Van Hoose Gene likes the sequence—placing the order, undressing, waiting. He likes the suspense almost as much as the moment when the deliveryman arrives (it is, usually, a man). His phone is angled against a piece of his mother’s pottery on an end table in the living room, its camera pointed at the front … Continue reading Pizza

Mary Rosenthal

Stacy Lee My periods left me two years ago. The last was dark brown. This morning, I went to the market to pick up sea salt and laundry detergent. The lighting in the store was a murky white, tint of green. A woman and her daughter shopped in the aisle. The daughter wore a bow … Continue reading Mary Rosenthal

Jane in Starving Time

Alicia Wright Jamestown Settlement, Virginia, 1609 We grasp at everything but clasp nothing but wind. To have had my girlhood first at sea & here, in leafy canopy, silver cedars, oaks & wailing, owls & otherwise in timbered dark— I’m not like them, their island tongues unraveling in colony’s weak net, vowels slack-jawed with winter’s … Continue reading Jane in Starving Time