washington, d.c. by Hannah TruslowWinner of the Amendment Literary Award i see the guiding vision warping, changing“we stand in solidarity with… Read more washington, d.c.
The smog was so thick that no one went outside without wearing their Glasses. Otherwise, they couldn’t see anything. The… Read more UNIDENTIFIABLE OBJECT
why is it that whenever she speaks it seems she is on the verge of tears, as if a million… Read more my mother’s window
cerdos machistas que ni a su madre defienden. se les olvida de donde vienen. somos sus hermanas, sus primas, sus… Read more 02-12-15
Memories cannot be avoided on my skin. History is not forgotten on my skin. To live alone is to live… Read more On my skin
Metal cuffs met shaking hands just thirty years ago, twenty years ago, ten. But now they are met with another… Read more Hands
The carpet scratches my legs as I sit with them crossed, my back leaning against the front of the couch,… Read more The World Can’t Stop Her
The concrete jungle speaks. I hear its voice “Give me liberty or give me death!” It echoes. God speaks in… Read more My City
It was a hot and dry afternoon. Sitting at the table, Sam took a sip of hot coffee and looked… Read more The Old Man with Bare Feet
Why do I keep doing this to myself? I only feel whole when I’m used. I can’t do a lot… Read more Did I want to be [REDACTED]?