Of Owed Breath

by Ayling Zulema Dominguez

There is a “Hanging Tree” in Goliad whose brown limbs never imagined holding the brown limbs of another being.

Where You Are Going, I Have Been

by Jennifer Maritza McCauley

1941 Fita was the only person who knew about Paloma going to the States. Paloma ate the secret, stuffed it in her taut belly and refused to tell Mami, Papi or Luisa. Fita knew because Fita was special. Fita was there when Paloma’s Mami spit and wept and hit Paloma fierce. Fita, she who was not family, was her closest family.

Moving Place :: A Small Rebellion

by Eros Livieratos

Everything I own is in boxes. Sliced my finger on cardboard trying to unearth Debord for a paper I’ll never write.

It Took Me Twenty Years

by Christian Bancroft

Pink-Eye

by Farrah Fang

puss-swollen headlights: dilations outlining of bone and yolk transmuting; machete-deep in the sockets plugged in unpretentious

Self Portrait as a Difficult Name

by Paola Capó-García

Paola was my mother’s middle finger to my father’s mother who demanded I be named after her. Edith was too risky of a prophecy, my mother is not a gambler. Italian for small, which I tried to be my whole life and failed, according to the worst parts of myself. Perhaps she named me this as a prayer.

Doomsday

by Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Fig of Unfolding

by Octavio Quintanilla

Tonight, I expect the only star in the sky to be so bright I’ll forget all I know about sorrow, how it feels like sandpaper against skin, how it looks like the old woman my mother has become.

Vulture

by Rachel Sahaidachny

She lifts from the dead thing she was eating  in the road and hulks gargoyle large on the corner of a house. 

How well do you know the dust? Its mother?

by Samuel Ace

I know something about the apostrophe the part that says I own I also know something of the dry river and the brown dust that coats my shoes

crash your car (after marquette)

by Marzi Margo

an android app for logging every time my car has hit another car 

Remedy

by Angel Dominguez

Eat the heart of your oppressor con un habanero. Add some salt y limón to taste.