...Nadia Born © 2020 Nadia Born 2020 Nadia Born To the Coast My daughter Penny woke up in the middle of the night, complaining that she was having other people s dreams. How do you know? I asked her silhouette in the doorway. She came through the dark to the bed- side, slipped against the heat...

...Janell Watson In this interview, Talal Asad discusses his career, his ideas, and his future plans. An Oxford-trained cultural anthropologist, Asad began with fieldwork, studying the effects of colonialism on the political life of a nomadic tribe in northern Sudan. Asad was born in Saudi Arabia but...

...Faisal Mohyuddin Faisal Mohyuddin The Salvation ofAurella Aurita I check them every day to make sure they’re happy and in good shape.  —​Dorothy B. Spangenberg, PhD Jellyfish born in...

... decade had passed when she bridged the two worlds like light entering towers as they crumble and spire —​desire born of scaffold and dust. She was speech, she was skin, and a vessel that held the two dwellings. The millennium gone —​flames into air, and like daylight...

... of the leaking valve    i was born with   now closed your breathing slows my ear suctions to a thin layer of sweat sticking like the gel recently wiped clean once you’re asleep i ask if you still clench your teeth if your legs still go numb when you...

... Zero toward my fellow beings. It’s not hate, But a type of ecstatic carelessness Born of fact. We are bones, and what bones do Is dance! They dance till they collapse Atop the dirt, which then pulls them in like water. . . . minnesota review 83 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667...

... honest, service organization That understood community, equality; That helped those, who'd had less, to develop some hope. As I recycled bundled, left-over brochures, An Honduran-born co-worker helping me said "In Comayagua we would make houses out of these." ...

... generation are a monster waiting to be born. the minnesota review Aliens float round this earth nights like Christmas bulbs terrified of crucifixion and if Lynndie ever met one, she'd tip him like a cow, stick firecrackers up is sad blue ass...

... the world sounded before it was born. Dawns and evenings he writes to the same seagull: In Manhattan the river is always drowning. The glass towers drift west with their voices locked in elevators, and the animals that can never again be slaughtered or healed. My home...

...A. Minetta Gould A. Minetta Gould Poetics vol. 1 issue 3 I was not born with a hollow for the Lyric, I was made into this. I was made into judgment, into terror, into the bird’s bone, which I can’t even say in a poem anymore because I’m past an age and I’m worn. What if I’m not done with...

... the tree that turns too soon, that stands alone in scarlet embarrassment. 11. Beside your family. Before your meal. This is the moment when you bow your head and wait for grace to descend. 12. No lessons are gradual. They’re born as quickly as the heat wave blooming...

... weeds, no barrier arms   to keep cars out. Crash of hydraulics thick through our open windows, my father leans into the gas   like I’ve never seen him.   I plead, Dad, slow down. But he tells me about his brother   he never knew, born ten years before him...

... the rain until every part of me shriveled, to make a practice of being alone. When I was born I was told I mattered less than gargantuan things. I was forced to bend like a tree chiseled down to the white. I discovered that the maker of the noose loves the noose. I was married with hands tied behind...

...Carey McHugh Copyright © 2020 Carey McHugh 2020 Carey McHugh Where in Body Is DNA The vertebrae the riverbed the turkey at its own beheading digging at all this life recalls a need to pretend we remember what we wanted in the last life sleet and rust are somehow born from the same cold...

... burn me, millions of me, and warm to the frisky stench. If there is a god, pray gratitude you were not born me, and who will blame you? You are reading this, you are not reading this. There is a god. You are listening, you are disinterested. There is a god. You feel shame, or none. There...

... into the rice paddies anonymous, their clean green fatigues stripped of names. Later, after the firefight ended and they emerged—mud- born, leeches sprouting from their veins— the bush burned new identities on their chests. Home flashed into a snapshot...

... return to infancy from any age, but still can be torn apart. Record everything I’ve said. When bodies are dumped into warm water, they recall the sensation of being born. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2332021  © 2013 Jeffrey H. MacLachlan 24 ...

... decaying, the universe is decaying. Soon there will be nothing left. Back then I wasn’t even born, but as soon as I was, I set right to decaying. Only death can be beauty. I remember grandma cradling a tiny crucifix in her cupped hands repeating softly ain’t he just beautiful...

... senseless when he realized his impenetrable armor, his firm grip on a sword, the wind off the ocean murmuring his name —​ none of it, in time, would save him. So with no way out of his predicament, he retreated. As if to say I will take no more part in it. As if to say, I was not born. If it’s a...

... © 2008 the minnesota review 2008 219 Contributors Poetry / Fiction Danner Darcleight calls himself “a laggard, a loafer, a liar. A major bean buyer.” He was born in 1976. “Concrete Carnival” is his second essay in...