"if you were to split us open now, all you’d find was emptiness."
Right Hand. Winner, Fall Nonfiction.
I was free. Free to stand on my own feet, rise from dirty baptism – a disbeliever no longer.
Zalongo. Poetry Winner, Fall 2020 Contest.
our eyes have crusted like pressed apricots the mountains drip over our footsteps
Chai and the Fog of Creativity: Elya Braden Discusses her New Chapbook “Open the Fist”
by Molly Mellinger An Author Interview by Molly Mellinger I’m having trouble getting into the Zoom meeting with the poet Elya Braden, although I’m supposed to be the millennial here. I apologize and Elya says, brightly, “Oh! I’ll fix it,” and she does. She tells me that she also teaches a Zoom workshop, as well … Continue reading Chai and the Fog of Creativity: Elya Braden Discusses her New Chapbook “Open the Fist”
Becoming a Blank Canvas. Nonfiction Honorable Mention.
Straight hair was fun for about two minutes.
American Body. Poetry Honorable Mention.
by Danielle Cowan American Body “The reality of theAmericanbodyIs about to come crashing down hard”—Ask Reddit, March 2020 Before finding all the creative writing workshops and community-making migrating to Zoom,I collected a Reddit comment that seemed like the least Corona-covered contaminant to consume. Is it theAmericanbodyOf the 1 train conductor?calling out “the next stop will … Continue reading American Body. Poetry Honorable Mention.
Minneapolis Sleeps in Flames. Poetry Second Place Winner.
I love the smell of racism in the morning
How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This? Non-fiction Winner, Revolution! Issue
Mourning netting, I call it, hiding the dead.
A Homecoming. Fiction Winner, 2020 Revolution! Issue
Uncle wore it like high tops, his approach to our home just like those storms, bringing trouble as he shuffled his feet, scooting the dirt until the porch was large before him.
Black Girl in the Mirror – Poetry Winner, Special Revolution! Issue
My daughter pierces my soul “Ma, I do my Black girl in the mirror and my White girl at school.”
