“A Muffled Drum” by Eleanor Haglund

She was waiting, like the drop at the end of the faucet. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it, to acknowledge what was right in front of her. More and more often, she found herself staring at something without recognizing it, without acknowledging it. It made it difficult to keep up the

Braving the Days: Black Memory by Jordannah Elizabeth

This is my space to write what comes to me. What comes to me are memories.  But what’s most important to understand about the Black memory and the Black mind is that when a movement begins, our lives are not brought to a dramatic halt which immediately morphs into an

“In Preparation for Re-severance” by Phoebe Low

please fold up your longings neatly,drawing the sleeves parallel and mirroredagainst the table of the body.Without them, you will not expire—the markets don’t want your soul,only your dry fingers,your palatable smile. The day before your flight,check in your love of open skyand the taste of bright dayson your spoiled-milk tongue.You

“Kimmel’s Ghost” by Judson Blake

That morning the apparition retreated well before dawn. Giddens lay back and drifted for a while hoping for sleep. Furry luminescences clung to the venetian blinds like koalas, filled with (he imagined) hopeful awe over their drowsy human. Patiently Giddens took each one and returned it to the clock to

“His Hands” by Sin Ribbon

how I crawled beneath the under-eaves I am unraveling, and I need to be sewn up into grandma’s hand-embroidered farmhouse evening, into the threads along the beaten sulfur-stained couch, pilling open its gaping hole leaking Playboy magazines   how I squeezed behind the armchair   our pets were dragged down

“Cenote Skull” by Jack B. Bedell

—Chichén Itzá   Before the divers bring the skull  back to the surface, they say a quick prayer to Chaac   asking permission to take it. With others’ bones and jade, this child had been cast into the hole   to beg rain down from the god’s hoard of jars.

“The Wall Is A Horoscope” by Priyanka Sacheti

The sun is in a black mood today: a viscous coal corona extending this way and that. Hapless planets, meanwhile,  entangled in their own dramas, pleading desperate solace from  the distant stars.   But this is the ultimate truth: for all their light, these constellations cannot be consolations.   They

“SNOWBALD” by Kiara Bell

the tradition outside Baltimore is to pour white marshmallow sauce over balls of shaved ice, syrupy sweet with a flavor of your choosing. Still, I want to buy my baby a popsicle; an orange creamsicle to bring summer to his smile. Then cheeseburgers folded in yellow paper with the onions

“Only One Night” by Ryan Benson

This was a mistake. Jail? Deportation? Me? These thoughts tumbled about Kal’s mind as the robot escorted him down a bright hallway. Jail is for bad people—a place for the animals to rot in cages and devour each other in the jungles of Hell. Deportation is for those who don’t

“Ghosts Remembering the Future, or, The World was Over Long Ago” by Mauve Perle Tahat

During this pandemic, there is a lot of discussion of an apocalypse. “Apocalypse” implies the world didn’t already end.  In A Billion Black Anthropocenes or None, Kathryn Yusoff expands on the impact of colonialism, particularly since contemporary groups of people were sold for their bodies and labor. She places the

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