FEAR INDEX
“GABBRO, a mineral a gravestone can be made out of. / As a child, I did not like to look at their names.”
“GABBRO, a mineral a gravestone can be made out of. / As a child, I did not like to look at their names.”
“Yet as / the tide climbed, I wondered: when the / floods arrived, would my prince be beside / me, willing to swim? Or would he, as my / mother’s bones hinted, flee?”
By Sa Whitley
“Miss Mary, she say, God is good, and Jon gonna be alright. My late Grandma / Dorothy in my dream say, Jon Boy, he alright, and her hands covered high / yellow in batter from frying us”
By Weijia Pan
“I could read history from the back of your reddened skull. / You could read me directly, reflected in the eyes of passers-by.”
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“My body reached its logical conclusion, red blood / over white feathers.”
“a tabernacle, where memories (a) constellate, (b) dispel, tweeting for (a) healings, (b) witherings from their gods—”
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By G.R. Kramer
“Have I not seen how its star fire / lavishes itself into every corner, peers / into the guiltiest chamber of our hearts?”