All Your Fears, My Fear

By Jessica Enriquez I’m afraid of You You, and the man who lingers in the highway the hands that reach to tear, scrape  skin and flesh  with nails like claws  not buds sprouting from the grass barely wet in morning rain    I’m afraid of You You, and the worms that climb the bed their…

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Caravana

By Jessica Enriquez   Oh, my beautiful women of golden blood and earthy face,  your bones have heard  the violence of the strange man    you have thrown your arms  unto clear air vacant and muted  a wasteland of dead bodies  with no name or eyes   to transmit or transmute  one last flicker of…

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The Cemetery Fox

By Carlota Vasquez “I often find that, for those of us who submerge ourselves in literature  on a daily basis — whether that be by reading it, writing it or both — the images and stories swirling in our head can flood out in a dozen different ways. While I was coming up with scenarios…

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