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.
Category: Literature
UNIDENTIFIABLE OBJECT
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
my mother’s window
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
02-12-15
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
On my skin
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
Hands
Metal cuffs met shaking hands just thirty years ago, twenty years ago, ten. But now they are met with another… Read more Hands
The World Can’t Stop Her
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
My City
The concrete jungle speaks. I hear its voice “Give me liberty or give me death!” It echoes. God speaks in… Read more My City
The Old Man with Bare Feet
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
Did I want to be [REDACTED]?
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]?