Born Year of the Uma

Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley Scuffing our sneakers on crumbledblacktop basketball courts dog-callingHialeah-hollering I say Is there anythingmore embarrassing than Corey being bornyear of the faggy horse?Bitchass Wecackle loud enough to light crows offtelephone poles & of course it’s really mewho’s ashamed of being Horse-born yearafter upended year still star sign of thediscolored stallion Me who is faggy Mybitchass …

God of War

Sergio Lima Hummingbird, colibrí,Huitzilopochtli beatsfurious wings, pushingheart to the brink tofeed on fermented sunraysgathered in a flower’s funnel. Diminutive powerhouse,you protect your territoryfrom obscured perch in tree,charging at trespasserswith staccato tweets andcurved, stabbing beak. Yourconfidence rooted in speed,the ability to cut through breeze. Mouse strong,snake quick,eggs the sizeof July acornsor foil-wrappedEaster candy. When my stepsdisturb …

Stay Safe

Luther Hughes The dog outside won’t stop swallowing the citywith its harping. Sooner or later some good citizenwill peek through their blinds asking themselvesabout the fuss, wanting to know what cruel somebodyabandoned such loyalty—some Golden Retriever, somesnip-tailed Rottweiler, who knows. Next to me, he is asleep, the one I love, the one who promised me …

Sa Teach Seo Anocht

Micheál Ó CONGHAILE, Cló Iar-Chonnacht, 2019 Is deacair tada a rá lena rá ceart, a deireadh mo sheanathair agus tuigim anois brí a ráitis, go háirithe sna gnóthaí seo. Bheifí ag léamh idir na línte. Thabharfaí an oiread suntais don rud nár dúradh leis an méid a bheadh ráite. Bheadh go leor ráite idir na …

Signs Preceding the End of the World

Yuri HERRERA, And Other Stories, 2015 Rucksacks. What do people whose life stops here take with them? Makina could see their rucksacks crammed with time. Amulets, letters, sometimes a huapango violin, sometimes a jaranera harp. Jackets. People who left took jackets because they’d been told that if there was one thing they could be sure …

Red At The Bone

Jacqueline Woodson. Riverhead Books. 2019 ±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±± Heroin happened to him. Heroin made your daddy king of every party we went to. He had a place in Philadelphia somewhere. I’d call and call and call and no one answered. Few months later, I was doing some research and decided to see what I could find out …

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