men
will
clock me
at the store
and get so angry
as if i'm doing this for them
"Cuffy" is a novelette set in the year 2500 about a young black man who has earned a seat in an international sculpture competition. His sculpture, Black Power, has gained the interests of powerful people who seek to interpret it for themselves. All the while, his extracurricular activities reliving slave narratives in VR from the POV of the slave master have become increasingly dangerous for his future.
Read More“Diana, like most Irish people, was utterly mortified by the latest manoeuvre of her out of touch government. She understood why so many of her compatriots were angry. She didn’t understand why so many of them were having a go at her over it. She was just an airport screener, after all.”
Read MoreThen they spider out, skitter and
caress, fingers relaxing,
cupping the cheek like an explosion holds the ground,
Read MoreHere at the crease between my thighs is the foam of a tsunami
Read MoreLaila heard a rumor that the Lord is going to visit our camp. He wants to see if we’re “American” enough to be integrated back into regular society. I know I won’t make the cut.
Read MoreLike you, all lonely,
Poets not all among them,
Not all, eloquent, not all seeking
Loneliness, what then?
Read MoreOur president tweeted his support of the summer camps, Camp Stars and Stripes, which would teach the others how to embrace American culture and values.
Read MoreToday Camp Stars and Stripes was tedious. We had to have a campfire. According to Counselor Kelly, nothing is more American than a campfire.
Read Moreart is as useless as it is magnificent,
ugly and real and hurting like a white flame
- two faces of the same god
one that talks in riddles and lives blindfolded.
Read MoreWe bring you the names and bios of the writers, poets, and artists that are published in Hargot, no.2. We hope that you purchase a copy at our DC fundraiser this June 3rd, 2018, so you can dive into its pages.
Read More“I am trying to stay present, trying not to run head first into the darkness she invited.”
Read MoreSpilled words from her lips/ like red wine on white carpets. / She left many stains.
Read Morereal women are polished opals.
i am buried coal.
Our second edition is going to come out early Summer! We are so, so excited. Deadline for first draft submissions is May 1st.
Read MoreZeus’s boys are in a rage.
Advantages not met with advancements
Turn their poetry to slander;
Galatea has turned to stone again.
Does she feel honored by her own murder, this girl who dies so that others might die? She will bleed on this stone so that a war might be fought.
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