i wear my trauma like a badge over my heart an enamel pin that tells the world i have seen hell, and i am still here i wear my trauma like a badge over my heart an enamel pin that tells the world i have seen hell, and i am still here i have survived sometimes i am...
we sit the two of us you face the tv we sit the two of us you face the tv i take turns glancing at your face as i raise my bowl to drink the soup there are war torn cries from the screen not loud enough to disturb the silence between us the actress on that screen more...
your lips they twist perceptions in an instant. your lips they twist perceptions in an instant. my ink stained fingertips try to make sense of it and all the things you say, all the things you do you seem to forget. when i was younger you loved me because i had the...
I was ten when I first felt brave enough to say, "sometimes, I just feel like I want to go home... but I don't know where home is" I was ten when I first felt brave enough to say, "sometimes, I just feel like I want to go home . . . but I don't know where home is"...
Our 2017 Poetry Contest Honourable Mention. mother's tongue They often ask: Will you teach your children your language? As if it is a weapon I carry. Of course I will, ensure they are more fluent than I was. Hope that they can read and write it too....
She built a tower for herself. What a waste of sand, they all thought, and to not lower her hair down—who waits, in a desert, to be overcome She built a tower for herself. What a waste of sand, they all thought, and to not lower her hair down—who waits, in a desert,...
—not part of me. She makes up games like Quidditch and plays with me. Body throws me down —not part of me. She makes up games like Quidditch and plays with me. Body throws me down on the playground and laughs with them who laugh at me. My body is a gaping hole that...
If our gratitude dries parched, we think nothing of water If our tongues shrink, we think of nothing but water nothing of water; foresight shortened dry, memory of these -dry -days Water, is taught by thirst. Land — by...
Abattoirs, Abortuaries, and America (HOO-RAH) Bleach and Beer-Batters, Batman! Camaro . . . Catchphrases . . . Catachresis . . . Donkey-sauce; Donkey-sauce; Donkey-sauce Abattoirs, Abortuaries, and America (HOO-RAH) Bleach and Beer-Batters, Batman! Camaro . . ....
Our 2017 Short Forms Contest Honourable Mention. Higher Math I. I didn’t think it could happen again, after the burst tubes, emergency surgery, parents rushing north on a chartered plane. A year after, Janka visits, playing grandma, turning our kitchen fragrant,...