L.S. McKee

L.S. McKee

  LULLWATER   (an excerpt)                 ... the soft aired, Tennessee night  ...
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Sasha West

Sasha West

Failure says his ancestors / have owned that property for years. / If you watch it, he says, you can see / their ideas moving beneath it

Tarfia Faizullah

Tarfia Faizullah

It must have looked soft to her. That soft. Blacker still, / in Jesus-stained light. Mother gray in fluorescent light, / shaking chopped onions and garlic into the sweating pot.

LS McKee

L.S. McKee

An unsmashed window. It arrived / cumbersome and clear. My father stumbling under its weight: / the veins of his forehead like lightning as the house shook / from its last silence.

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