Artifacts That Might Be Maps
It matters, yes, who’s at the wheel, where you’re headed, tires humming a low rumble on the road, hills rocking like the sides of a great wooden cradle—let’s say it’s your dad up front, his Old Spice aftershave and cup of black coffee braiding with the summer winds that blow, …
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There Is a Border Inside My Autumnal Mind
Many times, when I meet white intellectuals online or in person, They want to speak Spanish to me or take a shot of tequila. No, I’m not ashamed of Spanish, no soy menso, however, I wouldn’t say I grew up speaking Spanish first to strangers. Assimilation? Perhaps. But as a …
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Unreadable
Sometimes I misremember and I am the one looking out the clinic window when the SUV rips through a red light and hits the drunk just as he sprints into the street, flinging him up and over like he is made only of his soaked clothing. But the truth is, …
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On The Fact That A Heart Is The Size Of A Fist
My mother is a hand. Take that how you will. // I don’t know how to describe my father other than to say I don’t deserve him. // Growing up, I was my mother’s hand as a fist. // I was a single finger pointing at everyone else while three …
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Grayout of Ada Lovelace’s New York Times Obituary by Claire Cain Miller
. “That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal; as time will show.” . …
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How Mothers Begin Lineages
. For my mother & grandmother After the prayer, a thousand rivers erupt. Mothers name each river an epistemology derivation from the name of their child. When a …
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Equidistance
“It’s the best thing I’ve found in 31 years of diving: the spot where a centuries-old shipwreck lay hidden under the water for more than 200 years.” —Maurice Belgrave You can tell, the violence that keeps a boat afloat has nothing to do with fuel. your paddle of a …
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Narrative Device
In every story the girl who doesn’t become a woman becomes a deer. A crystal. A column of salt. The state of her own sleep, stretched beyond the borders of logic. I too have tried to follow directions. Directives. I have tried not to ask what is the difference between, …
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Yet Another Poem at Solstice
. . . . so koukla, all is death + darkness . in this ravishing bright day. . …
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translations of an ancient text
. for Chris L. Butler in the new world we still say jawn . {n.} as in the spot, {n.} the lick, {n.} the good good, {n.} the what i need . . …
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