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When Our Culture Is Los Angeles Instead of Joshua Tree, This Is How We Elect a President

By | 2017-03-22T15:18:58+00:00 March 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 17: 23 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Peter Brown Hoffmeister    Part I Sunrise, the first day in Joshua Tree, a Purple-Bibbed Hummingbird flits and dips into the late March blooms off my back patio, and a male House Finch, head red as a carpet in Hollywood, chatters with his mate about mosquito meals and black-fly-bacon for breakfast. I turn and watch a [...]

i’m sawing off my roots

By | 2017-03-22T14:48:33+00:00 March 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 17: 23 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Cyrus Parker   watching the place i had called home for twenty-five years turn red for the first time in twenty-four— on a night that would determine the future of not only myself, but so many other people, many whose entire livelihoods were on the line— was the first time i had ever been ashamed [...]

The Candidate

By | 2017-03-05T00:22:22+00:00 March 16th, 2017|Categories: Issue 16: 16 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Bebe Kern   Out of television into living daylight, like the nightmare demon of my Southern girlhood, the specter is everywhere: dirty ballcap man in the pickup with a truck-size Rebel flag flying over Mardi Gras; salesman with a leer; frat boy drunk on Dewar’s and privilege mocking a sissy, marking territory on the lawn [...]

Better Than Truth

By | 2017-03-04T16:25:07+00:00 March 16th, 2017|Categories: Issue 16: 16 Mar 2017|Tags: , , |

By Jens Köhler   We had hoped that truth would set us free We believed “If you See Something, Say Something” applied to things deadlier than misplaced luggage. Things like: the destruction of habitats, human and other; systems that punish blackness and brownness and femaleness; “alternative facts”. We Saw, We Said. We had hoped that [...]

No More Cream Puffs

By | 2017-03-10T15:03:08+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Darrell Petska   Can't you feel it? That chokehold on our throats— write like this say it like that be dignified, calm, aloof— Hell, today's hands demand poems hard as a brick. Frilly little rhymes? Maybe Sundays with tea. Something afraid of us wants our words meek, not defiant: "Go ahead, throw your cream puffs. Now [...]

Patriotism Reconsidered

By | 2017-03-02T17:20:47+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Lucinda Marshall   My anthem is the serenade of birds, sung without regard for map lines delineating human assumption of dominion over that which cannot be possessed, and I will not pledge allegiance to, or defend a flag of illusory freedom. As the sun greets each day, I will bravely stand up—against racism, gendered hate, [...]

New Madonna

By | 2017-03-02T08:31:13+00:00 March 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 14: 2 Mar 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Celeste Schantz Visiting a gallery of religious art   I can no longer relate to these dusty framed virgins and whores. Your Madonnas are too beautiful; poor, pale, mute dolls propped against empty cerulean skies. I want to see some new Madonnas. Of the scars, of the streets. Our Lady of Goodwill, hunched at the [...]

Declaration of Defendence

By | 2017-03-02T18:18:49+00:00 March 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 14: 2 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Conney D. Williams   I save my tears for weddings and presidential elections while America the beneficent thrusts anthems up our spleens the pasty ballot of deprecation without representation please GOD, bless Ol’ Glory with sufficient stars and stripes to vandalize my person until even bowels lose their allegiance I am a casualty of domestic [...]

Consoling My Poem

By | 2017-03-02T08:34:16+00:00 March 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 14: 2 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Rebecca L’Bahy   Imagine him at night, sleepless in his tacky golden bed. How he tosses, turns, finally rising at 3 a.m. to check his phone, its glow a salve to his tiny soul. What if it were you lighting up his screen, what would you say? Think hard, dear poem, be brave. It’s true you [...]

Winning Campaign, a poem by Karthik Purushothaman

By | 2017-02-26T18:02:10+00:00 February 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 13: 23 Feb 2017|Tags: , , |

I wear 140 characters as pinstripes and say what I think without thinking. My superpower is fitting both feet in my mouth and projectile vomiting the stuff between my toes. I save the reporters from jumping off buildings, leaping across canyon -deep cracks and swimming upstream to the source where the current is strongest and I [...]

Where to turn when the truth burns our retina

By | 2017-02-22T16:37:51+00:00 February 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 13: 23 Feb 2017|Tags: , |

By Sarah Bigham   down down down they fall   face-planted                spread-eagled              side-sprawled              knee-buckled skull-cracked               gut-shot                       arm-splayed                gaping-mouthed   tears                fall and hopes                    fall and families on coffins            fall and believers on knees                        fall and children’s dreams of fathers’ pride          fall   but fists rise and knees bend and arms link and eyes [...]

The Streets

By | 2017-02-23T11:24:20+00:00 February 16th, 2017|Categories: Issue 12: 16 Feb 2017|Tags: , |

By Raya Yarbrough   My aunt took me down to Harlem, down to Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd. She talked to me about history, and struggle, and my head took it in, as the history of struggle. And my life went on. Colorless conversations. Happy white-noise. Then I woke up, and her words were not history. [...]

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