Our Grandmas, Ourselves

Considering the space in this issue I’ve devoted solely to our grandmothers, it may surprise you to know that I … More

You’ll Find Us in the Night

We sleep where we can. Make pillows out of the sidewalk curb. We’ll go to sleep right here, thankyouverymuch, we … More

We have a full vocabulary to describe our relationship to the body: we inhabit it, live inside it or with … More

I WISH I COULD SHARE THIS POEM WITH MY MOTHER, BUT I’M NOT SURE IT WOULD TRANSLATE WELL I stretch … More

WHEREIN I LEARN GOD IS A HER, AND SHE’S ME It feels so good to touch paper and pen like … More

When your silence began talking, I had a dream that I craved your lovers. I tried consuming them, but they … More

Blind Séance Sears Disordered blind seer’s sight: meaningless pen scribblings and cave scratching shredding all material gains & guns to … More

I. The half-moon knows my whole name and it knows my father’s father didn’t speak to my parents until after … More