Tahlequah didn’t know she had an audience while in mourning. She didn’t even know that she’d been named Tahlequah, purported to mean “two is enough” in Cherokee, and also J35, by the humans who kept tabs on her as she carried her stillborn calf for seventeen days around the Salish Sea in the Pacific Northwest. …
Nonhuman Thanatology and the Quest for Human Exceptionalism, by M L Clark Keep Reading »
in the beginning, everything shape-shifts into grace, into harmony. all the prayers made on my bodybecame roses sprouting on my fingertips, on my palms. you see, my twin told this story first. before everythingtransformed into doom—but in this poem, there is no grief at all, just an illusion of grievances. sometimes, i wonder what …
June 22 Evelyn didn’t agree with having a gun in the apartment. She’d discovered my father’s revolver in the closet and become violently angry. This was the last argument, the one that truly severed our engagement. “Michael, if you can’t get rid of it—if you can’t decide between me and a fucking gun,” she said, …
After the killing of cows and herdsman in Enugu Prelude: [In the storm / the brief branches of lightning / stretch like the jagged edges / of a torn map / over a country / the storm thickens into night / the night fizzles into day / the day blossoms into tomorrow.] Somewhere, sprawled on …
In the Storm, a Country, by Omodero David Oghenekaro Keep Reading »
