Erika Barrios As I stretch the bowstring back,  I hear a warm whisper brush against my ear. The wind beckons me to aim higher. I know what I am doing when a burst of air makes my knees buckle, Check your posture, it seems to say, jabbing at my false assurance. Again I steady my… Read More On disappointment

Sofia Bening “Come, come! This one just arrive,so so fresh!This one snakehead, you skin and boil with cabbage.Soft chewy meat,good for brain,your sons and daughters for sure for sure get 100 pointson all their exams!” “Just caught and live!Red snapper!Smiling sea cucumber!The Leaping Buddha Turtle!Bring wealth and prosperity into your homeand into your stomachsfor only… Read More Market

Laurisa Sastoque May 28, 2016. 5:20 A.M.2500 members of the public forces entered the area.What they found:130 underage sexual workers, 508 homeless people,56 slot machines, 1000 “bazuco” doses,1 kidnapped victim behind a false wall. Two alleys in between a police command,a military garrison and a church, L-shaped:to the right, a clandestine market of stolenobjects, to… Read More El Bronx, Barrio Voto Nacional, Los Mártires, Bogotá D.C.

Eleanor Colligan What’s a girl to do when she is sculpted from mud,and not at all from another’s figure?Instead the finest silt was used, mixed with ruby blood…all the same, no set of eyes feel familiar.Midwinter’s hollow winds lap at her foot,whispering to forage and scatter in an instant,pleading against the growing of rough, chapped… Read More Letter to Wild Girl