Jericho Brown: Nativity
Come trouble’s birthday,
I think of every gift people get
They don’t use. Oh, and I
Pray.
December 25, 2021 · 2 Comments
M.C. Benner Dixon: Whatever is Lovely
I remember being a teenager, leaning across my dresser towards its large mirror and studying my face, wondering if I was beautiful or not. It was an indecent hope, and I faithfully dashed it whenever I could.
October 17, 2021 · 7 Comments
Pablo Miguel Martínez: Adiós, o virgen de Guadalupe—
…urge her back
to her celestial jefe. Go back
where you’re safe, chula.
April 3, 2021 · 1 Comment
Jane Varley: The Language of Prayer
She was beautiful on a hilltop
above the Red Lake River where clouds
dashed sunlight and the scent
of cherry and lilac drifted in, drifted out
March 28, 2021 · Leave a comment
