The baby was perfect and
the labor nurse said, He’s got hair! while Todd looked between his fingers from across the room and I wiped the fluid glistening off Nicholas’s pink forehead, touched his…
Frida Kahlo – Self-Portrait with Cropped Hair (1940)
oil on canvas Mira que si te quise, fué por el pelo, Ahora que estás pelona, ya no te quiero. Look, if I loved you, it was for…
Suzanne Duchamp-Crotti – Ariette d’oubli de la chapelle étourdie (1920)
mixed media on canvas [i didn’t know he had a sister is the wrong thought. nonetheless it comes to me. so does the husband, ferried by the double…
What’s in a Name? Lost Letters and Other Animals by Carrie Bennett; Besiege Me by Nicholas Wong; Returning the Sword to the Stone by Mark Leidner
Lost Letters and Other Animals by Carrie Bennett (Black Lawrence Press, 2021); Besiege Me by Nicholas Wong (Noemi Press, 2021); Returning the Sword to the Stone by Mark Leidner…
Father’s Keeper: Imagine Us, The Swarm by Muriel Leung
Muriel Leung, Imagine Us, The Swarm (Nightboat Books, 2021). When bees swarm, it is as a function of reproduction. The hive has become too crowded, so the workers…
Leaning Against the Muscle of That Throat: The Dream Women Called by Lori Wilson
The Dream Women Called by Lori Wilson (Autumn House Press, 2021). Lori Wilson’s second poetry collection, The Dream Women Called, focuses on a woman’s experience—girlhood expectations, love and…
Magic, Wisdom, and History: Libertie by Kaitlyn Greenidge
Libertie by Kaitlyn Greenidge (Algonquin Books, 2021) The powerful bond between mother and daughter in Kaitlyn Greenidge’s novel Libertie is established in the book’s first line: “I saw my…
In a Burning Volcano
This is a work of fiction. Raymond and I walked through the prison yard—from the back classroom, along the chain-link fence bordering dirt sports fields, down the long…
Panzanalia
Her mother had become a vegan. She rhymed it with “pagan,” like it was a religion. Which, the daughter thought—she shook the limp herbs dry—it was. They were making…
The Visible Woman
Shortly after college, I bought The Visible Woman for fifteen dollars from a little yellow antique store in my hometown. I’ve carried her with me for years. The name…