Issue 157

Winter & Spring 2020

Image from Unearthing I, II, III

Poetry Aurielle Marie Poetry Aurielle Marie

filé

our blood thickens
in the porous swell

of august. this is the kind of summer we tend
to with impatience. the kind of summer we tend

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Poetry Aurielle Marie Poetry Aurielle Marie

adamsville

don’t hold me, don’t hold me when niggas is dying
— NoName


so, here’s the truth:
Black as ever.

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