Interviews and Features
Witch’s Brew: Wayétu Moore’s She Would Be King
Moore gifts all with new eyes, new legends—ones through which founding myths can and will be unsettled.
To Mother Unsaved/Women Crossing Lines
falling sun shadowing your face/is your blush the stain of your
Family Heirlooms/The Gathering Waters/Vacation Dichotomies/I Started Writing You This Poem in the Perennial Aisle at Home Depot
this is the same river ancestors looked for guidance in
Great-great-great Granddaughter
Pale and wrinkled from lye soap-ridden water, these hands held pinched nerves in back...