I noted that I’d been writing the stories I wanted, kind of, but I’d also been including other people’s ideas of blackness. I started writing stories that contradicted some folks’s view of blackness but felt true to my actual world and my created ones.
The first line in Erin Slaughter’s poem “No Horses” is an answer to an unasked question: “Because giving pleasure is less vulnerable / than receiving.” In a tangle of image and interruption, the poem circles an unspoken force.
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From their first sentences to their last, “Needlework” and “Gotunabe” pull the reader in with their odd, satisfying images. Drink these wonderful pieces up.
Frequent CR contributor Julianna Baggott has constructed a dark and all-too-believable morality tale about gun violence in schools. The light tone of the young narrator belies the eerie circumstances the schoolchildren experience in the name of safety.
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