...Michael Garriga © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Michael Garriga Into the Greasy Grass: During the Battle of Little Big Horn on the Crow Reservation in the Montana Territory, June 25, 1876 George Armstrong Custer, 36, Lieutenant Colonel of the US Seventh Cavalry I am...

...Ronda Piszk Broatch Copyright © 2021 Ronda Piszk Broatch 2021 Ronda Piszk Broatch Back When We Had Horns We dressed our hides in exquisite leaves we never left our mattresses except for more champagne we were so parasitic we stayed out until the sun exploded over the Cascades we soaked...

... in the context of Italian colonialism in the Horn of Africa. She discusses what it means to claim the city of Rome as one’s own as a black Italian, and places stories of flight and belonging in a global and historical context. This interview was conducted over WhatsApp, transcribed, and translated into English...

... fingering his horn in an effort to curtail the sonic boom of the two most powerful voices ever gathered in the walls of a single room. Snarling and stalking that elegant whisper, I imagine Wolf laying tracks and Louis so remarkably dignified, so clearly in the furrows...

...: barter a crime lord s tribute song for a pistol or a crucifix, lionize a henchman for a ram s horn stuffed with twenties. & long before all those beginnings, this: you kill your sister s rapist at an all-night party. You cross a border. You re fifteen, invincible & cursed. minnesota review 98 (2022) DOI...

... line. He only remembers that it had been cold, so cold, that everyone had worn two pairs of gloves while holding their signs: Honk, if you support us. He only remembers that after three weeks people stopped punching their horns and that money...

... the hands are dark, outside a man stands inside night Jesus walks in black, land so flat blue presses down, teach us how to rise, anoint with oil the feet and jeweled crown of Clifton Chenier as Gabriel gives Satchmo his horn to blow us through the whirlwind, Kingdom come, Jesus...

... waning into the river. The train bellows by with a horn deep as a galaxy of tenor sax. Its fortissimo fades into the heart -beat of the dribble, syncopated with the slapping of skin & sweat, only disrupted by Ken & Chris debating fists over their last game. A study in big talk: Ain t shit politics...

... paper, arrowing needles through flax, telling stories not meant to be told in English—the shtetlln which Avrum left the wedding pearls on the horns of the goat, the Gobba plagued with eight daughters and only stories for dowries. You took down every insult: the lobbies in Washington...

...Paisley Rekdal © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Paisley Rekdal Snake Alley How long does it take to know the man beside you is dangerous? I thought, and walked among the black-haired groups of businessmen, tourists, vendors with their deer horn powders...

... for citrine. * A giant water bug is also known as a “toe-biter”; in Florida, as an “alligator tick”; in Nevada, as the “great horned whatthefuck”; in the Marais Poitevin region, as “Claude”; and in Thailand as Maeng Daa, with plum sauce for dipping. * 400 million years in, ammonites wonder what more...

... department, a little too pink. But still usable. I’d thank her but odds are I’ll never see her again in my life. There’s a fire truck with an ear-splitting battery-operated horn, and that’s just like the fireman shirt —​he’s sent something that makes too much noise in every gift box ever...

... desire in ACT-UP, then play out the vilest neoliberal fantasies, and finally allow for those fantasies to have a final fiery reckoning. Richard Horne (clearly a stand-in for Donald Trump), a real estate developer whose massive hotels have management dressed like tropical over- seers so the guests can...

.... Mostly we like to be on our own. Walter stares at our sign, and he gets this look on his face like he’s trying to do long division homework. “Where’s the horn?” he asks, and I tell him it’s already in there, cooking, and that he’s a dummy who smells like armpit fungus. Everyone knows you put...

... cheeks like the automatic windows in his car s doors. I haven t been able to use the bathroom for over three hours now. Is that right? she added quietly as he whipped. Cars behind and cars flanked on both sides were still blaring their horns at them. A young man and his group of friends drove...

.... Inside: the tip of Babe s horn, my mother s calico dress, my favorite cook s kerchief, the boots of the Elmer who drowned in Lake Bemidji, the fox pelt I crushed, a pressed flower picked from every acre here all the way back to Maine. When too large for a house, your body must become home. ...

... frosted with sun-faded paint and in need of a wash sits on his driveway. The horn yips as he unlocks. How far is it? I ask, taking the back after he s sat in the driver s seat, pulling his busted leg in with both hands. Twenty minutes north, he says. Road lines dart at us like tracer rounds. Whether...

... nothing more than the hunt. Once when he was chasing a stag on Good Friday, the animal suddenly turned around and faced him. There was a tiny crucifix between the horns of the stag, and a voice admonished Hubert to end his heedless ways. Hubert then not only gave up hunting, but also distributed...

... the steering wheel. Looking down the road in a blank stare as raindrops began to strike the windshield and weave a crooked path downward, his lungs struggle to expand. It must be a conspiracy, he thinks. A car horn blaring behind him brings him out of his attack. An old man drives around him...

... with the two middle fingers pressed against the palm, index and pinky raised like horns, metal band style. . . . Heavy Metal baby doll? The horns of Satan? The Devil is indeed at work spoiling the world with his crapulous plastic (2015b). Many of Selby and Lang s collections that include bottle bottoms...