Eventually, I married a man more than twice my size. He terrified me. Making love felt like getting run over
This story can’t get it’s tense together or it’s person, now. Has it even got its “its” right?
His father is more than twice her age but her eyes are pinned to his lips as he speaks to her in his fur-lined baritone.
To assemble the whole clan—La Fami Colver, as they said in Kreol—was never easy since its members were widely scattered, within the island and abroad.
I was in the bathroom stall at the Armenian chicken place in Anaheim when I overheard Sarah say to her even more annoying friend Abeer at the mirror, where they were both putting on gobs of makeup, “I’m just going to kill myself, habibti, if I don’t make the triple axel at the championships next month.”
my father has always had / a fear of being swallowed / whether by a large reptile or the earth
Guest Editor Emily Fragos introduces six poets who write about family incarnations—Matthew Zapruder, Cynthia Cruz, Gabriel Fried, Mark Wunderlich, Lynn Melnick, and Jennifer Franklin.
Got my enzymes, a nickel bag of / Electrolytes. My entire life, / I’ve been waiting for this.
if you hate me / it must be / for ancient reasons
He’s not old, but he is / too old to live with his sisters / for no reason.
When thistles spring up in the field / of our marriage, when the noxious vine // twines onto the maple, let us pull it up / by its roots.
We aren’t native to this land. / It’s time to plant what is. It’s time to go home.
Thin arm around my neck. It doesn’t look / Strong enough to hold a small animal; but it is.
There’s a box at the hospital in which to deposit / children unlikely to win the Nobel Prize.