Bloodlines
NEALA LUNA The imam caught all manner of jinn, trapped them in glass jars; buried them in the dark two feet deep beneath silk cotton trees. His great-grandson once caught a purple jellyfish, entombed tentacles and all in a cocoa...
Category: Poetry 9
Ritual for Remaking Yourself/ The Naming of Things
It’s true,
Sometimes meaning moves through a sound
like current, like darting silver
DANCEHALL
JOHANNA GIBSON wet bodies and the sound of the bass the dj’s hands, an ode to creation communion calls at the open bar and everyone takes only the blood this dancehall is a crusade praise and worship for all the things lost a...
God Doesn’t Live in the Sky, They Live in the Ocean
TEJAN GREEN WASZAK The pond, a church The bay, a church Carrying the sentimental And peace, like a river. Spirit leaves body briefly to wade, Coconut wata wash off yuh heart. Sometimes I think of not being able to go home When...
Menstrual Thobe
SUHAYLA HEPBURN After 23 days of Ramadan, I haven’t touched the Quran, I’m perpetually deducting menstrual days, I feel no shame Yah Sheik, Oh Brother of high esteem knowledge and visual molestation Oh...
