Joyce said, “My head is full of pebbles and rubbish and broken matches and bits of glass picked up ’most everywhere,” which leads me to integrate wit, wisdom, and wreckage where I find them.
The Brooklyn Review BIPOC Mentorship Contest The Brooklyn Review is holding a contest to offer mentorship to BIPOC writers of Poetry and Fiction. All work submitted to the competition will be considered for publication. One winner from each genre will receive mentorship for three months, the inclusion of their work […]
Aristilde Paz Justine Kirby is a poet. She has chapbooks with Belladonna* (Daisy & Catherine) & Black Warrior Review (Sonnet Infinitesimal / Material Girl), the latter is also in The Best American Experimental Writing 2020. She has a radio play on Montez Press Radio (Mairead Connect Radio Club: Point A) […]
mónica teresa ortiz was born and raised in Texas. The author of muted blood, published by Black Radish Books in 2018, and winner of the inaugural Host Publications Chapbook Prize, autobiography of a semiromantic anarchist, published in 2019, ortiz currently lives in the Texas Panhandle. Allyson Joan Erwin is an […]
Suzanne S. Rancourt, Abenaki/Huron descent, has authored two books: Billboard in the Clouds, Curbstone Press / NU Press 2nd print, received the Native Writers’ Circle of the Americas First Book Award. murmurs at the gate, Unsolicited Press, released May 2019. Ms. Rancourt is a multi-modal EXAT and CASAC with an […]
Maya Salameh is a poet fellow of the William Male Foundation and Leonard Slade Endowment. Syrian by way of San Diego, she has performed her writing at venues including the Obama White House, Carnegie Hall, and her parents’ kitchen. Her poems have appeared in The Greensboro Review, Asian American Writer’s […]
“There are a few starlings in there adding to the syncopation,” a woman said to me in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. Her safari hat slipped down the back of her head. Her white hair flashed a beat of purple. Her zinc sunscreen beamed in patches next to her nose and beneath her ear lobe. A zucchini rested at the top of her grocery bag, which she lowered to the pavement, to slide her hat back over her head. She needed a proper look at the tree.
When I was twenty years old, I left a kitchen knife in the baby’s crib. It was a good knife, that meat cleaver. I miss it. Nice and sharp. It would cut right through flesh and fat or gristle and bone without a lot of sawing. Movie night with the […]
I first became familiar with Shaqayeq Ahmadian’s work after I found her page on Instagram one night in 2018. Since then, I have followed her development as an artist and we have become friends, bonding over the experience of being young women working in creative fields; however, because she lives […]