...Ajay Vishwanathan © 2011 Ajay Vishwanathan 2011 Ajay Vishwanathan The Color of Turmeric The wind whipped the white sari hooded over Chhaya’s head, expos- ing hair that fell in deliberate waves. Walking behind her, Sarla noticed that her mother-in-law didn’t show a single strand of gray...

...Tom Boswell © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 11 Tom Boswell Black is the color of my true love for Paul I wish to see the streets swell with these earnest Americans, knowing full well that the larger...

... color. Frozen River ’s answerability is to an audience of independent filmgoers, especially women, since the film depicts the growing bonds between a white woman and an indigenous woman. The white character is not a savior to native people; rather, the women partner as equals. Ultimately, the analysis...

... split along its vessels leaving light colored. Right atrium refracts more, using the thinner slit there which spreads red vessels as a block of glass sliced right through. As a result, shorter wavelengths refract the least splitting up the violet inferior triangular cross...

... wives can take it. Their goats robust & the color of fog never chew tin for want of grass & though it is a county without a river, when the spring rain weeps the world the color of fog yellow ribbons glisten & flap on fences for the postman. minnesota review 77 (2011) DOI...

...Megan Edgecombe © 2013 Megan Edgecombe 2013 Megan Edgecombe Shame If shame were a color what would it be? A dark red stain on a borrowed mattress, or white gum stuck to the bottom of an unlucky shoe? For me it’s more like the waxy yellow I scraped from...

...Julie Porter © 2009 the minnesota review 2009 107 Julie Porter At a Hunting and Camping Store A rack of silk thongs and teddies the color of woods, stands beside bird callers and bullets. I wonder why Seclusion...

... Every other day to slowly turn The Goldmine into a bodega, While I manned the counter and the yuppies, doling out Parliament Lights till 2 a.m. The 26-year-old you hired Made me look older, but he only wanted to watch Living Color On shrooms, and to get in my mouth. Can you tell me...

...Sarah Johnson © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Sarah Johnson Barometric Weather comes, even to the city. Leaves are rocketing down the alley. My coffeecup holds out for rain, under a new leak. Filtered through packed insulation, the water’s tea-colored. If he comes now, so...

...Jessica Rae Bergamino © 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino Sex Dream with People Watching Here is the net. Here is the knife you’ll use to cut yourself from it. Here is the temptation to stay. Here: a shell the color of your modesty: a fan to...

... crossing ten more oceans swimming by so many drowned sailors to reach each other’s wrists loving and loving and unable to keep our little boats watertight. We don’t sail well, not because our performances mixed up or all the boy colors and girl colors turned muddy brown...

... . Baym Nancy K. 2018 . Playing to the Crowd: Musicians, Audiences, and the Intimate Work of Connection . New York : NYU Press . Brand Dionne . 2018 . The Blue Clerk . Durham, NC : Duke University Press . Haidarali Laila , ed. 2018 . Brown Beauty: Color, Sex, and Race from...

.... She grinds the pepper, burns brittle sage, says, history won’t repeat itself,       as she traces a continent       across my bruised-plum skin,       where his fingers last touched, where he made history bleed in color;       snaking blue capillaries...

... they knew. If they looked like a child choking, trying to swallow a too-big-toy. And then, familial-manhattans. Yellow-summer-lemonade —​ cherry-pie-blood-stains on shirts. Older relatives shotgunning sympathy, discussing other relatives who had recently died can you believe the color...

.... We’ve dropped off my aunt to shop for nylons and are traveling at a speed that would horrify my parents. He’s teasing me, bets me 50 cents he knows the color of my underpants. “They’re shocking pink,” he shouts into the wind. I...

... going to bed early without dinner. IX. a pile of ash, a missing tool shed. X. advice I can’t ignore, every night I swallow smoke whole. XI. staring at the color of the flames; it burns where it burns and scatters somewhere...

... wife’s hours outdoors, and in what color sandals. Still, I can’t explain my fear of flies, nor the time I beat a man for smiling. Look instead at souls — go spelunking. You’ll find our predawn thoughts puddled deep enough to chill your ankle. You’ll...

... moment let’s say something is cutting into my side —​ a metaphoric girdle. I am a building and I am music. Bones buckle under my weight. I cry a counterweight. Flowers are a certain color. Now a confession: I’m a pedal-phile and I think authority comes in code. We hotel a hundred times. We motel...

..., at the base of the Atlantic we conjure our world. we know Black is a living color. we know Black cannot die. for centuries, our spirits have been looking to fill our mouths with each other’s flesh. old friend, i’ve wandered through bodies, hungry, open-mouthed look- ing for you. i know if i...

..., and carried her tally of all our tarnished travesties on her blemished fingertip, the color of an apple spoiled, gone soiled and pointing out in every direction her index of our flaws. minnesota review 87 (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3630688  © 2016 Susan O’Dell Underwood...