By the time I see you, seventy-one angels have descended from heaven, chopped off your hands and feet, split your tongue. You crawl along your belly. Vanish. By the time ... Read More

Saddiq Dzukogi with Verity La Poetry Editors Michele Seminara and Robbie Coburn Wineglass When your mother found strands of your hair hung up in the teeth of your comb, your ... Read More

It’s the give of the earth: a shifting of clods under her running feet. Most of the children’s graves in the cemetery are marked with stones with names and dates ... Read More