Apogee Journal

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Queen Restored

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Tomiekia Johnson

January 20, 2025

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An Incarcerated Mail Order Bride

You're famous , in your world, maybe I am--taboo,

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Tomiekia Johnson

January 20, 2025

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Photograph of a Prison Journalist

Even in photographs our eyes danced

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Tomiekia Johnson

January 20, 2025

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Volcanic Vigils

My father went whole and alone before / I carried the parts of my mother

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Rasha Abdulhadi

December 5, 2024

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ekphrastic under a bombed-out sky

I can’t abide happy art, not when the air hanging over my people is smoke-dusted, bomb-clouded, gray with phosphorus & miasmic with rot.

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Mandy Shunnarah

April 30, 2024

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A Funeral Within My Soul

Think of how I dodged death before,/ but death is a persistent player/ never losing in hide-and-seek.

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Haya Abu Nasser

April 16, 2024

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AFTER WE WATCH ROAD FOOD I CONSIDER PLACE

There are so many lives I have not let myself live, restless, paradoxical, tripping instead into the imaginations of others.

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March 22, 2024

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In Atlas: Skin/Bone/Blood: Body Maps in Brown And Black

The Moment I Tell My Mother of the Diagnosis

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November 19, 2022

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In Atlas: Skin/Bone/Blood: Body Maps in Brown And Black

Sandra Ruiz, Unbodying Grunts, and Basalt

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November 19, 2022

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In Atlas: Skin/Bone/Blood: Body Maps in Brown And Black

árbol (o, a veces soy)

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November 19, 2022