A Violence by Sheleen McElhinney

A Violence by Sheleen McElhinney

On the day my father had his open heart surgery, they cracked him apart like a wishbone, pried him open like a lobster tail. A gloved surgeon on either side digging in and pulling away with heft, my father a lush pomegranate halved. His very sweetness oozing onto the...
God Is Us by Ashley Elizabeth

God Is Us by Ashley Elizabeth

I remember taking the subway to my grandmother’s church on the corner of North Paca and West Saratoga street in my frilly socks and pastel dress. Maybe this was Easter or maybe this was just what was expected. On Sundays, we went to church as long as everyone was in...