A story by Fred Arroyo (fiction, ’97) appears in Waxwing:

 

Sleeping Bear: An Autobiographical Fable

At the river’s mouth, where it poured brown with glints of iron into Lake Superior, the father stumbled on a lump of black coarse fur. It didn’t look soft enough for a dog, the shape of the upper shoulder too large for cat or raccoon, its arm streaked with a line of gold fur. Down on his knees the father cleared away the cold wet sand with a piece of driftwood, and in the bluing evening light he found the cub’s head, his eyes closed, his nostrils filled with sand, his paws frozen in the scoop of swimming through the wailing storm of the night before, or running along the shore as he bawled for his mother.  [… continue reading here.]

A series of poems by Shadab Zeest Hashmi (poetry, ’09) appears in Mudlark:

… for the rest of the series, click here.

William Morris, Strawberry Thief (textile design)

Strawberry Thief Singing

The thrush, caught jubilant, after stealing 
ripe fruit from the artist’s garden, goes to 
a prison of textile, serves a sentence 
of centuries in cotton, needles passing 
through her feathers, stitches on the sigh
(or the ghost of song) in her bill, on wings.
She will be stretched on Raj furniture
across the commonwealth, a souvenir
in chintz, her crime displayed on bedspreads.
She will hang from windows, a doll of the wind.

Four stories by David Rutschman (fiction, ‘02) appear in Waxwing:

 

A method for appeasing jackals

Make a jackal from the pieces of jackal in your own body and offer the jackal you have made to the jackals that surround you. Sing the appropriate song: Jackals, I give you a jackal / made from my own body / jackals, a delicate feast!

The jackal you make from the jackal-pieces of your own body must be a living jackal. The jackals that surround you will eat a dead jackal of course (they’re scavengers) — but after eating they will not be appeased, which means that you must locate only the living pieces of jackal within your own body.

… continue reading “A method for appeasing jackals” here.

… also read “Employee,” “Tree, Bird, Spoon,” “The Guest,” & “I was digging a hole”

Three poems by Victoria Chang (poetry, ‘05) appear in Waxwing:

 

Barbie Chang Pokes Through

Barbie Chang pokes through her

              mother’s purse

the little brown hearse of lipstick and

              blush her mother would

have let her go through her purse

              because she pursued

… continue reading here.

read “How Alone Barbie Chang’s Mother” & “Barbie Chang Refuses”

Jenny Johnson, In Full Velvet (2017)

“Late Bloom” is an excerpt from In Full Velvet, a new collection of poems by Jenny Johnson (poetry, ’11), released on February 17th from Sarabande Books:

 

 

 

Late Bloom

The name of the spotted apple

on the leafy floor in the woods

 

outside the white-walled bedroom

where the FM stereo was always

 

tuned to the same country

station my girl crush loved

 

was gall, name for an outgrowth,

a shell withering under leaf rot

 

near a spot where the surprise lilies

might remember, might

 

forget to bloom. Touch a weevil

and it will fall, legs and antennae tucked.

 

Blink and the artic fox becomes snow.

The gecko, toes spread wide

 

on a tree trunk, passes for lichen.

Of all the ways a creature can conceal itself,

 

I must have relied on denial.

There were the Confederate bumper stickers,

 

pressures from seniors to tail gate,

the spindly legs of a freshman

 

scissoring out of a trash can,

how just the smell of Old Spice

 

could make my muscles contract

like a moth, wings folded

 

the color of a dead leaf in October.

So that she might hear her favorite song

 

my voice would drop, and if the DJ answered

I would be Tim, Charlie, Luke, Jason

 

every name but my own.

Truer than gold.

 

Wasn’t I the stripe in a tiger’s eye?

The dapple in the flanks of an Appaloosa?

 

In daylight, how could I possibly explain:

A heart hunting after a body?

 

… purchase a copy of In Full Velvet here.

This poem originally appeared in Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics, edited by TC Tolbert and Trace Peterson.

Two poems by Dilruba Ahmed (poetry, ’09) appear in Waxwing:

 

Google Search Autocomplete

God who sees.

God who wasn’t there.

God who created hearts to love.

God who strengthens me.

God who is rich is mercy.

God who saves.

God how can I serve you.

[… continue reading “Google Search Autocomplete” here.]

[… read “Turbulence” here.]

Two poems by Ian Randall Wilson (poetry, ’02; fiction, ’16) appear in Taos Journal: International Poetry & Art:

Non-Combatant
A constellation of bodies
falling to the ground.
The demonstrators have shut off
the major thruways
tonight. He watches from home.

[…continue reading “Non-Combatant” here.]

[…read “The Action of Verbs” here.]

A poem by Jeneva Burroughs Stone (poetry, ‘07) appears in Waxwing:

[… continue reading here.]

 

 

 

 

A poem by Luke Brekke (poetry, ‘14) appears in The Missouri Review:

Mabel Loomis Todd

I really love your name.
How unfortunate

you had to be a scoundrel.
Today, from my window, I watched

[… Continue reading here.]

A poem by Lesley Valdes (poetry, ‘15) appears in The Curator Magazine:

Miami

Houses painted like the inside of fruit.
Mango, guava,
papaya with beady eyes.
Houses with roofs like ski hats.

[…continue reading here.]