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• In Memoriam: Toni Morrison by Jessie LaFrance Dunbar, Khadijah Queen, & Barbara McCaskill Because of This Woman, I Plant Marigolds

  As a child I wanted to know why God put me in this body that repelled so many people on sight. Why people felt at liberty to pick me apart and wipe off their filth with the pieces of me. . . .

• The Pleasures of Not Being Lonely by Monique Truong

   

  From a talk presented at the Library of Congress on 3 August 2019, as part of the Asian American Literature Festival

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• The Voice of Sheila Chandra by Kazim Ali

   

  When the sun goes down you move

  horizontal you become everything

  in the world at once rather than waking

  like vertical where you obsess over

  ascend or descend or whatever rain

  at the edge of the building spit forth

  by gargoyles does drown yourself in the jizz

  of the world no shape of narrative

  I’m lost but thrilled sun yellow still

  inside my self I am a pocket for the other

  day already gone Sheila hillbilly

  iconoclast seizes the song in the cage

  of her throat drawls not the edge of it

  but its music entire  

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• The Gay Horizon by Alicia Mountain

  The first twenty minutes in line outside the bathhouse sound like thunder. The Broncos have just played—maybe won—at Mile High Stadium, and if it weren’t for a block of four-story apartment buildings we ’d be looking down on the city from the Highlands. . . .