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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...
Aug 22, 2022 | NEALA LUNA, Poetry 9, PREE 9 | 0 |
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...
FICTION
The Talking Forest of Yaminsa
Ayasha Ayurbe
Seaside
Jose Belaval
Lifting the Veil
Yvonne Weekes
Scarface
Melanie Grant
All is Not Lost in Translation
Yzahira Valle García
Bush Baths
Amanda Haynes
Frankie’s Father
Danielle James
NONFICTION
The Things We Inherit, The Things We Let Go
Ashae Forsythe
POETRY
There is Only Wailing, The First Cries, Inheritance
Yashika Graham
An Abecedarian Cut in Half Like a Nose
Amelia Badri
Two Poems About Love
Kendel Hippolyte
bi·sex·u·al
Choiselle Joseph
beautiful hand
Allison Whittenberg
For Alton Ellis and other Poems
Amílcar Peter Sanatan
To Talk of Trees, The Cannon Ball Tree, Bloody Orange
Debra Providence
Blood Songs, Beasts of the Island, Storm Seasons
Joely Williams
ART-ICLES
Roberta Stoddart’s “All in the Family”
Isis Semaj-Hall
INTERVIEWS
Unmothered, Unafraid, and Free: A Conversation with Camille U. Adams
Caryn Rae Adams