Best of Kweli

Angie Cruz Interviews Laura Pegram about Kweli journal

  And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet…

What Lies Beneath

  Today I am elbow deep in some animal’s belly pulling out the heart and…

Judging A Cover By His Books: An Annotated Bibliography of the Intellectual Macdaddy

This annotated bibliography is a comprehensive overview of the titles most prominently displayed on the…

After Hurricane Sandy

  We climb toward the rumored grave of an Native American healer, the earth a…

Cold

The cold is a thing any woman can grow accustomed to. Lacey May learned how…

Backward Through the Story

I’m going to go backwards through this particular part of my story because I hate…

i watch papa bury our dog in a grave the size of a pond

  mauve, sprigs of oleander— ceilings shedding water stains in shapes of crooked eyes—my jaws…

Poor Girls’ Palace

Our mother had been gone now for eleven days. Her longest recess yet. Recess is…

derrame

  They call it the shoreline, el abismo que tiene poder too wide to hear…

Still Life

I lie and say this scar’s a gift from my cat. Three inches long, hypertrophic,…