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...Chelsey Grasso Chelsey Grasso Fortune-Telling When we walk through the sliding doors, my mother enters her king- dom. Always to the produce first, in an effort to start collecting the essentials: garlic, in cloves; lemons, by bagfuls. Did you know that walnuts are good for the heart? she asks me...

...: A Study in Medieval Political Theology (1957). They use Kantorowicz’s periodization to bracket off the body as an immune medieval historical form from the twelfth century. Biddick tells a tale of three bodies (corpora) to show the entangled combustibility of the Christian institutional imaginary...

.... The “politics of mobility” also determines migrants’ modes of conviviality and labor. Hage’s protagonists survive by maneuvering underground, in the interstices of the city, or in a cab, their space of work and mobility in the city, and using a rich verbal medley to tell its myriad stories. Thus Hage presents...

... literature has much to tell us about our most pressing social, cultural, and political issues. This article takes as its starting point the racist backlash over Disney’s 2019 casting announcement for its 2023 feature film and the 2020 antiracist graffiti on The Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen...

..., at the Making Memories themed show-and-tell, the girl brings a roll of Life savers from Woolies. We went to the shops this weekend, she says to her class as they sit at her feet. My dad got me this. The blondies snicker and one-up the girl with smooth rocks, sea shells, and a jar of sand they picked up...

...Laurie Woodford [email protected] © 2022 Laurie Woodford 2022 Laurie Woodford Waiting Room My friend, Carly, and I are at Brandy s Tavern and on our second round of Grasshoppers (don t judge) when she tells me that she grew up in the shadow of her older sister who was, you...

... the picture of him Joy Ann gave him. Delgado didn’t think nothing was wrong with putting his hand on your shoulder or looking at you straight on when he talked to you, like he was somebody mad at you. But you could tell he wasn’t mad. His eyes looked like he was going to laugh at the next thing...

... name in the bookstores over the loudspeaker and the people looking over the shelves don't even glance up. You think about confronting them, telling them you've driven many miles to their pitiful cities to read from your work. The hardest thing is to see the titles they're looking at. How...

... in the rental Trendelenburg bed, licks his lips, and tells me a story. “So there’s this talent scout.” My father’s face is now as gaunt and sagging as his scrotum, which my mother and I now wipe. He is blotchy and bruised in improbable places, like the top of his head, where all his hair has...

... they were into eastern mysti- Charles 33 cism at the time and held hands, grinning like high school sweet- hearts. I was upset, in spite of myself. It wasn t that they got married without telling me, but the glowing expression on my mom s face bothered me. It felt like a betrayal. I liked Jim, but I had...

... the patterns and the orders but I need you to tell me. I am a frog. I am a frog, motionless. While I was learning to live without you, someone pushed me into the road. Someone pushed me into the road and laughed —​my white shoes you bought for me caked in mud. Who will buy me new shoes —​ I...

... an hour because I am bored and hungry. I tell Jarret that we are Brian’s friends. He asks who Brian is, and I say, you know, Brian. “Brian D’Souza?” Jarret asks. “No,” I say, “Brian D’Souza isn’t a BC frat boy who lives in Brighton.” “He was such a cornball,” Jarret says. I...

... cannot erase the child, the sentence says. The sentence that says child, says to make. This ends, open. Against homeland, let there be odes to the useless like light trembling regiments to lay down their arms, let there be rivers, Cyclops, interruptions into the story I wish to tell...

...Robin Gow Copyright © 2020 Robin Gow 2020 Robin Gow Water I shower in lightning storms because my mother tells me I ll get shocked Feel cucumber melon bombs / cherry swarms Figure pacing behind curtain; I m stalked because my mother tells me I ll get shocked What color is the drain-forest...

...Grace Marie Liu Grace Marie Liu The Time Bomb When we knot grass crowns over bath towels, I ask him why he fears the stars and he says that they die. I ask, Aren t you scared of me? I die. I am like wet paper with truth as my kryptonite. He shakes his head and tells me he is always scared...

... but tell us anyhow crack the scuttlebutt of anything but this clock, this roaring midnight, this death by inches minutes seconds give us something, even a total sack of shit, make me get out my hip boots to wade it tell us how she...

..., certainly not for medical reasons and maybe not ever, not even at your kid’s soccer game or your neighbors’ Fourth of July barbecue. Dr. Jerome has told me himself that his job is a surefire conversation halter at parties. He tells people what he does and they think, How can you do...

... that’s what it is. Medical encounters render me helpless. Like a child. Even though I’m forty years old and run my own business, I tremble when the nurse slides the frosted glass window and calls my name. She tells me to get on the scale so she can weigh me—one hundred and ninety-five pounds...