By Angelina Sáenz
There is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…
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- By Kinsale DrakeIn the years of scorched earth,
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
… - By Nia FranciscoNiha hastsoí, nihidzanii
‘álastsii’ nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa’
bílák’ee naazhjaa’go
nihich’į’ dah deidiijaa… - By Danielle ManygoatsBrown, I want you Brown,
Brown roots, Brown trees.
Family lineage ripens into clans
And sheep graze … - By Cynthia J. SylvesterThe way my mom restuccoed the house the color of the rosy pink mesas where she was born. The way she…
- By Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.
Ferment culture in… - By Caroline Laganas1 berry-stained month of summer
1 grandmother
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
½… - By Evan WangI remember this clearly: 2 am bed sheets, rifted
with confessions. Waves of linen—mother’s rifted
ocean… - By Zoe DoradoAll the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to… - By Fatimah Asghartheir names have been lost
only the winds & only the mountains
keep them. we’ve forgotten the names
of … - By Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—…
- By Janiru LiyanageOur neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our… - By Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - By Li-Young LeeAnother word for father is worry.
Worry boils the water
for tea in the middle of the night.
Worry trimmed… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By Elise PaschenLily Gladstone confides she wore my great
grandmother Eliza’s blankets in three scenes.
I don’t remember… - By Elise PaschenDuring the Grayhorse
Dances in June,
my mother side-stepped
around the circle,
echoing moves
her grandmother… - By Karl KnightsIt’s Boxing Day and I’m nearly ten and a half.
I got the camouflaged Action Man for Christmas.
I told … - It leaves a mark on me when I fall
in my father's kitchen.
Only a few days it's been
of lifting him up … - By Molly FiskYesterday I was so lonely
I could barely walk,
my friend being mobbed
by her grandchildren
as we made…