Catapult

Even When Looking Up, He Thinks He Is Above the Stars

The world was a changed thing / a variant of its former self, and you were / A new ripple in the miles-deep pool of time, / that one breath strumming the tender / Chords of the system.

Apr 21, 2021
A Letter to My Mother, or Ode to Invisible Things

Dear sudden inspiration, creeping uncertainty, tiny splinter of glass, / sometimes you cannot be enough.

Mar 15, 2021
Time Lapse

In a time lapse, nothing happens smoothly. / Red horns quake as they splinter / from limbs on the bottlebrush.

Mar 12, 2021
Some Days

Some days come too soon.

Mar 02, 2021
A TEMPLATE FOR YOUR FIRST EVER NATIVE AMERICAN “LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT”

Do I directly benefit from the enslavement and genocide of the original people of this land? Absolutely.

Feb 24, 2021
Self-Portrait with Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise

To Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise, sisters / of the roasted goat and rice ritual, daughters / of smoke and gossip, glowing and bloodwarm

Feb 17, 2021
The Only Invitation

I was begging / for some grandeur even if it meant / a little blood or whole limb

Feb 08, 2021
WHAT IS A COUNTRY TO A UNIVERSE?

a rooster crows from a neighbor’s backyard / pinche gallo, Abuelo spits, looks quick / to see if i wake from the noise / of Spring

Mirror Stage

We remember how hard it has always been to see our body.

Blood Moon

She is determined to follow the smoke—a hymn / for what’s gone missing.

Jan 12, 2021
I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies

if you believe me to be your enemy know this I accept

Jan 05, 2021
First Nude

How to put this: I’m alive.

Dec 14, 2020
Choose Your Quarantine House (I – IV)

under the dark sitting pretty / on the patch of hardwood floor / where confession / and callousness meet

Dec 02, 2020
Reimagining Light

The water flows through hollow bones and returns / as a song. It sounds familiar in the beginning / Then always changes.

Nov 02, 2020
Corrective State

The people behind bars are captives of war / The people stolen into camps and cages / speak it plain

Shivering in the Summertime

some days my own womb shivers at the thought of / my black ass children being thrown / against any wall

Oct 19, 2020
the faggotry

the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones / who hold hands with / kiss cheeks with those they call / habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis/-translation of? habibi

Oct 14, 2020
A Conversation With Best Debut Short Stories 2020 Author Shannon Sanders

“Every interaction between adult siblings presents a chance to get more clarity about the past. Hopefully, we’re able to seize at least some of these chances.”

Oct 09, 2020
A Conversation With Best Debut Short Stories 2020 Author Matthew Jeffrey Vegari

“I wrote much of the story listening to jazz, including the title song, for inspiration on how to shift without imposing too much of a structure.”

Oct 06, 2020
Love Me A Man Who Cries

I claw / against the syrup to love other men / for whom, bless them, a bird is just / a bird.