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He smells me, / and I in turn smell a faint scent of tumeric, // or bijol, the colorant my mother used / in her paellas, or arroz con pollo dishes.
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February 20, 2014
Guernica is now accepting applications for our fall editorial and publishing internships.
Nathan Bradley Bethea: Echoes of Blackwater in Ferguson, Missouri
August 15, 2014
A veteran of Afghanistan on the botched militarization of the Ferguson police.
Yasmin El-Rifae: The Air Was Hot with Hysterical Nationalism
August 14, 2014
A year after the Raba’a massacre in Cairo, one writer struggles to redraw her relationship to the city.
Jess Row: Native Sons
August 13, 2014
A straight white American man on loving James Baldwin and learning to write about race.