Yo Soy Latina, hija de inmigrantes, mujer de color, primera generación en los Estados Unidos, aquí desde el Sur. Chicas como yo no han sido escuchadas en esta institución predominantemente blanca. Mi piel puede llevarte por mal camino Mi acento y presencia es lo que aleja a todos Pero
Trimmed branches bleed ice, Gray grass murmurs, discontent. Clouded dome white weeps. Rippled water Reality distorted. Walking back from class. Small in a big pond Standing at a puddle’s edge Sees upside-down world. Branches together Pointing, reaching, kissing tips Like cathedral doors.
I function in Times New Roman size 12 font in speed walking for participation points in rows of plastic desks too small for textbooks It’s a central part of me can’t be severed cause it’s leeched to the flesh of my brain like that tiredness that lies behind my eyes the tiredness that [&h
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Fara Ling Ah Ma, A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]
