August
2022
Nailah HUNTER
& the incantatory stylings of her
whimsical harp
“I create sonic landscapes that invite listeners to be still, mindful, and journey within.”
“In these sonic environments, I hold space for healing, by providing respite from the mindless noise we all experience in our day today.”
—Nailah Hunter
Poetry. Story. Essay. Song.
Flipping the script
All work from women/non-binary artists of color
“ Pulling on a sweater, I kiss my daughters on their foreheads. I say, I’ll be back soon, turn off the porch light, and leave.”
— DW McKinney
“This man is made of shadows. I cling to my infant sleeping on my chest.
Should I smother her to rob him of the pleasure?”
“Sometimes, even when the van didn't mean to take anyone, people still disappeared…
No one knew where the disappeared people were. Whatever thing they thought they knew was based solely on speculation. Prison. Execution. Forced labour. Thrown into the ocean. Buried alive. Shallow graves. Immolation. Underground holding. Sex slaves for the top politicians. Black market body parts.”
“Prisoner 721 fought the prison but it wasn't too long he became the prison. He mastered every terrain, stroke, click and voice. He embodied servitude and emptiness. Prisoner 721 was a world in decay. He was the receding ocean.”
— Àkpà Arinzechukwu
“He always paused the TV
or turned down the music when I spoke,
and I thought
all those things together must be love.”
MY MOTHER IS NOT SENTIMENTAL
Poetry // Suchi Govindarajan
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Contributors
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Àkpà Arinzechukwu
FICTION
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Diana Delgado
POETRY
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Laili Gohartaj
ESSAY
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Suchi Govindarajan
POETRY
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Nailah Hunter
MUSIC
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DW McKinney
CREATIVE NON-FICTION