New Texas

Rideshare

Rideshare

by Jonathan Ferrini It was a hot summer, and I was “sweating” my physics final exam. I was required to take physics for a second time during summer school after failing the course during the Spring Quarter of my sophomore year in college. I was also “sweating” the grueling, twelve-hour days I was working asRead more about Rideshare[...]

Ekphrastic Poetry as Feminist Call-and-Response: Ntozake Shange’s Ridin’ the Moon in Texas: Word Paintings

Ekphrastic Poetry as Feminist Call-and-Response: Ntozake Shange’s Ridin’ the Moon in Texas: Word Paintings

by Suzette Bishop Nancy Miller in her essay, “Arachnologies: The Woman, the Text, and the Critic,” identifies a feminist way of reading and making meaning as a weaving like a spider’s web. An example of such a feminist weaving is Ntozake Shange’s collection of poetry and prose responses to visual art titled Ridin’ the MoonRead more about Ekphrastic Poetry as Feminist Call-and-Response: Ntozake Shange’s Ridin’ the Moon in Texas: Word Paintings[...]

Four Poems

Four Poems

by Mark Trechock Painting the Corners   At the August community clean-up-fix-up-paint-up Extravaganza, put on by the non-profit do-gooder Sector, shed of our Sunday or Monday best, Paintbrushes in hand, rags dangling Self-consciously from our back pockets, We tried to imitate workers on a home Improvement TV show, determined to tidy up A crumbling stoop-frontedRead more about Four Poems[...]

The Wrongful Conviction (a sequel to “The Double Homicide”)

The Wrongful Conviction (a sequel to “The Double Homicide”)

by Renee Henning “I did it, Your Honor,” Jed Harris said.  “I killed that blankety-blank!”  Despite his rough exterior, Jed was a man of quiet dignity who never swore in the presence of females. Judge Laura Sanchez looked surprised.  She had not expected him to admit in court to the slaying.  The victim was “Mac”Read more about The Wrongful Conviction (a sequel to “The Double Homicide”)[...]

Lea & Ana

Lea & Ana

by John Tavares At first the attraction was strictly physical. Ana had a fit, curvy body and an appealing face, but Lea grew to love her mind and personality. This was the young woman Lea wanted to join on a journey to college. They spent time together outdoors, hunting, fishing, and discussing their plans toRead more about Lea & Ana[...]

Brown Shoe

Brown Shoe

by Jonathan Ferrini "A marvelous artifact trapped within the confines of a perilous intersection raises intriguing questions and inspires a eulogy." What has befallen you and led you to the center of a busy intersection, alone, at the peril of being crushed by racing cars? You remain erect and proud, as if standing at aRead more about Brown Shoe[...]

Racial/Body Politics and Concessional Hegemony in Richard Wright’s Native Son and Maya Angelou’s I know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Racial/Body Politics and Concessional Hegemony in Richard Wright’s Native Son and Maya Angelou’s I know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Okwudiri Anasiudu Introduction Racial politics as a concept is woven around the ideological state apparatus of any society in which it is practised. It shares similarity with systemic racism which finds its voice in the economy, judiciary, religion, and it is articulated through the resources of language and daily social relations (Racist America, xiv).Read more about Racial/Body Politics and Concessional Hegemony in Richard Wright’s Native Son and Maya Angelou’s I know Why the Caged Bird Sings[...]

The Golden State

The Golden State

The Department of Motor Vehicles in California is a great equalizer. It has no race, income, gender, or sexual prejudices. It treats everybody miserably. What happened to this state? Rising rents, astronomical home prices, traffic congestion, homelessness. I remember growing up in California in the fifties, life was better. Orange groves lined the freeways. YouRead more about The Golden State[...]

The Limes

The Limes

by Rudy Ruiz I had taken to drawing limes ever since the Sunday my father announced his latest business scheme at Grandma Fina’s kitchen table. After my parents had retreated across the border to Matamoros, it was typically the only day of the week that I saw them and my little brother. I’d hoped myRead more about The Limes[...]