Fire by Tiago Cabral
Snap this Photo of Two Good Men

After the chisme made the rounds and Tío had split the scene, I’d started over. Took any job I could get, hauling manure, laying sod at the golf course, planting potatoes, until I found my current employer. People had begun to respect me. My hand trembled as I turned up the heat beneath the skillet, praying that the crackle and hiss of frying eggs might mask the sound of his voice, intimate like the guitar in my favorite Roberto Griego song Un Pobre No Más. I willed my uncle to leave our casita, even knowing it would hurt Ma to see him go. 

Betty Davis, is it love or desire, by Soul Portrait
Betty Davis Eyes

It’s the magic point between sunset and setting and the sky is a bluesy purple, the street is all wet with hours ago rain. I finger a rusty nail in an electric post and let Tanisha go on about Betty Davis and ordained journeys and black girl magic. There’s no real use arguing with Tanisha’s logic. It’d be like talking to the radio. 

Voyeur

I spy on the boys and girls in the alleyway between six-story brick buildings, containers…

The Agreement

PROPERTY SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT THE AGREEMENT dated the ________ day of _________ ,2019, by and between…

Black Oximeter

Outside city hall, black folks stand in a long queue that circles around the city.…

A LOVE STORY

His Perfect Wife She is tall and preferably white or, if an immigrant, not one…

Tender

“Get the fuck out of my house,” she said levelly. Asperger conspired with Nazis. Your…

Untitled Excerpt

Innocent stood in the middle of the trailer; the children crowded together in the back.…

Abura by Ángela Hernández Nuñez

Translation from the Spanish by Lizabeth Paravisini-Gebert Hermógenes greeted us and asked if he could…

Abura

Saludó y dijo que estaba sediento. ¿Podíamos hacerle el favor de darle agua? Me apresuré…