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BROWN SKIN
Fiction, Summer 2025
I never thought I was different for having brown skin. I remember a buck-toothed little girl with wild hair–”dirty” brown hair as her mama would say–beaten and tamed into beautiful cornrowed braids kissing her love-touched scalp. This little girl with deep, dark brown eyes wore snakes of Medusa in copper, gold, and mahogany all over…
Etymos Review
“At the Root of Ourselves,” – dedicated to sharing the voices of today’s youth.
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Thoughts on August
Poetry, Summer 2025
You are August’s child born in the heart and the heat of the summer you braid silver tinsel into the roots of your goldenrod hair and pretend not to notice the sun bleeding out of you and pooling onto the floor. You ladle up the light …
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as a calla lily – 32 BC
Poetry, Summer 2025
I remember I saw a woman like a calla lily draped in gold I was a child I hid behind the skirt of my mother in a street shrouded with people I was a tigerfish swimming through saltwater I cried there was a…
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Love from Little Bear
Poetry, Winter 2025
With you, I caught butterflies in mason jars and placed them in the kitchen sink, even from our shadows in the backsplash, I would see your eyes as my moon and want to swim in them. Come swim in the lakes with me, now we can get lost in the waters without drowning and jump…
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Moths
Fiction, Summer 2025
She smiles at me and chews her orange slices slowly. They’re her favorite fruit. My mother’s table is littered with books with titles like Anatomy of a Moth and Order Lepidoptera: A Study. The books have the same rough texture as a moth, but they have yet to fly away back onto the shelves. She…
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Fatherless Behavior
Poetry, Summer 2025
“Fatherless behavior,” A common comment amongst so-called “saviors” Trying to warn the young women and fems…
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Car Rides with Friends
Fiction, Summer 2025
Rayyan and I were fighting over Little Bites in the backseat when Theo called Hameed. It connected to Hameed’s car via Bluetooth: the modified speakers cracked Theo’s whip-like voice like a jockey’s wrist. Zayn—riding shotgun, freshly-lined up Eid al-Fitr goatee peeking out thewindow—reeled back inside the car, resting his hand on his cheek, elbow nestling…
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Sunday Comfort
Poetry, Summer 2025
Spears of sunlight shine Through the gaping window, Ushering in a soft breeze. Birds dot the face of the sky, Shifting, flapping freckles That highlight the cloudy blush. Trees reach their verdant arms up Until they nearly graze the world’s ceiling As they celebrate merrily, Casting down clusters of green confetti. S mall gusts of…
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Nonbeliever
Poetry, Summer 2025
I dream in vibrant screaming color then remember too much I wake up in the back seat of a car driving on its own Something chases me my legs freeze up I cannot outrun the thing behind me that looks just like my dad Somehow I drown in deep water when I know how to…
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