Shade Literary Arts

your mother shops for fish a plastic bag for a glove you untangle the wires with the crew a boy among men you choose the photograph for...

My gender is for mothers My mother refuses my gender in 2 different languages I cannot comprehend the weight of both So when I first tell...

Apologizing for not doing so sooner, الزحمة والله and we’ll leave it there. She waits for no other sorry. Our breath allows us to...

& i am grateful for the fake wood that cracked the frame open, slit of gold inviting gaze(s) from corner to center. there, a time of...

My mother is crawling through a forest of cottonwood, catkins sticking from her kneecaps like unworked porcupine -hides. I can hear her...

now hidden behind the altar in the foremost room. I remember him less than the clock above the kitchen table of my childhood home. Two...

Organized systems need constant repetition. You believe this every time you hit me. Once, you dove through ice to prove what you’d do...

& the newer children do not have even the memory of clean water. Something happens in midair, something profound about...

You wear your hair down— a bouquet of curls splashing against the refrigerator light. You wear your gym clothes, still. You are asking a...

goods where the umbra where the nettle thicket amass I have forsaken my view of the cosmos for sprawls of ozone -kissed teeth this is how...