...Uma Dwivedi Uma Dwivedi SUMMER DEPRESSION TAKES ANOTHER THROAT INTO HER MOUTH minnesota review 96 (2021) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8851184 © 2021 Uma Dwivedi 20 buildings like teeth, slippery loves worrying my skin to rupture. mirror skies. every corner returning & melted on pavement, turning a foot...

... feel like I have to go again.” “Open wide.” He has me sit on the white crinkle paper after all, but with my pants on, depresses my tongue, feels my throat, looks in my ears, my eyes, up my nose, takes my pulse, my blood pressure, listens to my lungs, my heart, my cough, then has me...

...M. L. Krishnan M. L. Krishnan Six Steps Toward Consecration 1. Once Full It began when she was seen that afternoon. But perhaps it began even earlier, when she survived her own infanticide, when the milky latex traveled down the conch of her baby throat and she swallowed it hun- grily, gurgling...

... with the camera: her head a bobbing black poppy, rubbery stem, the flesh of her arms deliquescing. If her skin were the throat of a rose, what insects would wrestle there? Light stuffs a flower of pain in her mouth. The man burns her nakedness into rag paper, light repeating like a pollen flown over...

... in the back of my throat where I broke every lock on a door kicking it down. Body, from the very first moment have we been each other s prisoners? Two strangers handcuffed together and shoved off a cliff into living. Truly, I want to believe we belong. That the solid gold oxen of my arms bear my name...

... the water.” He smiled, and his entire face shifted to the left, exposing withdrawn gums and long, bony teeth. It dropped the temperature in my blood —​blood that had been raging only min- utes ago, burning with wine. For good measure, he cleared his throat, turned on his heels, and spat...

..., drool. Federico wished he could clear his throat over the oohing of the audience, but he stared helplessly along with the rest of them. He should have been able to resist it—how often had he shared that playing green gaze, snagged his fingers...

... something to the effect. Before Dubai built all those islands. Before Dubai . . . And then her voice drifted into the pure music of syllables, an industrial hum pushing its blue throat into me, the rubbing sound a motor lodged warm behind my eyes. A deer ate oats from my hand. I was surrounded with little...

...Peter LaBerge Peter LaBerge Homosexuality Dear second tongue.    Dear ice-slicked snake caught in the throat. Dear most slender ghost in the whole mouth. Dear tongue of glass    underneath a pane of untouched snow, tongue of always...

..., then, and the twisting silver bracelets. the gown of watered silk so fine it scorched in sunlight. more? the diamond collar from her throat, gold rings like turtle bones, the pearl stud in her left ear, and then the ear itself, fleshy and curled like a seashell, carved away so sweetly, hardly any blood...

... whispered to someone on the other end before the phone clunked on the counter. And then, a pause. And a ruffle. “Yes, we do! We have two little guys here.” “Right.” I cleared my throat and twisted a blonde lock of hair around my index. “Do you mind telling me what they are?” “Looks like a giraffe...

... bulb sits in the back of my throat. I speak in ideas about how to bury the dead. I speak in moons and earth. There is no antidote for the amount of silence I’ve swallowed. I’m as big as the world. I carry every sentence into the distance. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667...

...Maggie Rue Hess Copyright © 2020 Maggie Rue Hess 2020 Maggie Rue Hess Heavy My Blood I remember learning about fish in competitions being unzipped at the stomach if they came in just a little too heavy, learned that fishermen would pour mercury pellets down their throats to win for weight. So...

... her throat. Inhaling her thick smell. Finding her tongue with mine, tasting apples. Tumbling back into the high grass, her legs clamped around my buttocks, both of us sticky with apple juice. Warmth. Brown eyes. A roaring tangle of limbs. I was dizzy, the rifle slack in my arms. She...

...John Paul Martinez Copyright © 2020 John Paul Martinez 2020 John Paul Martinez Confession While Seeding Peonies After Tiana Clark s Equilibrium the only prayer committed to memory has cut mute rehearsed last with a greasy throat in a voice drawling as northern glaciers my windowed owers...

... is never simple. Something something suicide. And then you die (vie) die (vie) die (vie)                        and my throat becomes unsuccessful. You become part of a tree or something to climb —​                   an in-between of meaning.                            Terminal whole...

... be better than having a scene." She stared at a chicken pox scar on his forehead which folded in half when he frowned. "But I thought we were doing so well." Her breath caught in her throat, and she whispered, "I love you." "What does that mean?" "Please don't go!" He...

... skinned with the back of a knife □ the egg dropped on the floor lapped up by the family dog □ the statue of a winged child beaten into a new shape by rain □ the inflammation in the throat that follows swallowing □ honey and cocaine □ to take a man how you bard a fowl □ to take a man and make his blood...

...J. D. Debris [email protected] © 2022 J. D. Debris 2022 J. D. Debris [new york, 2020] from Chalino Sánchez: A Sequence * Chalino Sánchez Félix, you should be living this hour when our borderline s barbed wire crawls vining across a throat, when its shadows fall in spirals, & tighten...

..., a god appeased by the ritual sacrifice of men, snared by a cage and lowered into his throat. A god who built towns by standing still. Who will destroy us if we believe. minnesota review 82 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2409820  © 2014 Corey Miller 4 ...