Gringolandia Bani Amor   I. Time don’t stop. But at my tío’s house in Ecuador, it ticks along like a broken metronome, drags like a costeñx’s Spanish. There’s an excess of energy in the air, but it all gets caught up in a sweaty warp. Temporal tracking’s got nothing on a hot city. I’d […]

  Chromosome Death In A Blood Garden Jasmine Reid   call grass the clutch so here we are    watered mom ripped to  what hands hold tinker-fertile remaining   blood let to blood left a daughter shed   under earth  dirt dirty pissed on   dead as devil    dance on devil stomp stamp sent  with broken neck what you get    blood […]

  Blood :: Orange Jehan Roberson   I.   He doesn’t think the gun is loaded when he pulls the trigger. He doesn’t think of the bullets, standard issue, that he loaded into the chamber earlier that late autumn day. Instead he recalls the last days of spring siphoned into bootcamp at the army’s Oakland […]

  Table of Contents LETTER FROM THE EDITOR POETRY Bahaar Ahsan, palimpsestic pussy (a reflection in two movements) RBrown, mountainsong vii Lauren Camp, Two Poems Catherine Chen, Performance Theory Shebana Coelho, Mud Christian J. Collier, When She Asks What I Am Afraid Of Moonbones Evolutionary, Excerpts from Quantum Negress Tantras, A Grimoire For Liberation Shanekia […]