August Feature: Christian JaLon
August 15, 2017
Review of Indigenous Species by Khairani Barokka
June 10, 2017
April Feature: Diannely Antigua
May 11, 2017
Review of how to get over by t'ai freedom ford
April 27, 2017
Review of Then Winter by Chloe Honum
April 24, 2017
“Great Pain into Art”: On Tomás Q. Morín’s Patient Zero
April 11, 2017
March Feature: Jacqui Germain
April 3, 2017
Review of The Virginia State Colony for Epileptics and Feebleminded by Molly McCully Brown
March 26, 2017
A Guardian to Others’ Solitude: Review of Jenny Johnson’s In Full Velvet
March 19, 2017
Review of WHEREAS by Layli Long Soldier
February 24, 2017
February Feature: Kaveh Akbar
February 20, 2017
February 2, 2015
by katherine du, editorial intern
7.6 pounds, no calculator buttons for teeth.
(skin pale, fake snow on ski slopes)
Grandma painted the times tables in her head.
She squinted and recited for 50 days.
Five years later: Genius anymore?
Why does your cah-mah-rah have food in it?
It looks pretty, Melanie.
(no digital pantries to safeguard a bad harvest)
Melanie’s never seen a boy who looks like her
in the headlines: part Lin, part insanity.
(that’s the only way they could chalk it up)
Bruises sugarcoating nails steal her sleep.
She’s not supposed to talk about them
because that would mean they hurt.
(fingers ache, not fly)
Her teacher called her Soo Min today.
Melanie kept her hair long after that, after Soo
Min got sick and didn’t have any for herself
(it was naturally curly and red, like spaghetti)
Sweat on ivory and fine-grained wood
nobody will see in seven years, when she’s
ended her first decade on the stage
where Carnegie wept.
(tears many more shades than yellow)