Prose & Poetry
“Mangia” by Leslie Lisbona
Motor scooters whiz by at startling speed, weaving among pedestrians carrying their food shopping. Graffiti of Maradona, the soccer star, covers most walls; garbage bags are piled high. Just up the block I can see shirts and sheets hanging on lines outside apartment windows.
“The Water Bottle” by Huina Zheng
I remember all the years she scolded and criticized and dismissed me, all the headaches she blamed on my lack of care, and how I foolishly thought three generations of women walking a forging city together could stitch back forty years of tear.
“Ode to Mycophiles” by Meia Geddes
I once came upon a woman
kneeling at a tree near a stream
filling a paper bag full of mushrooms,
wide-eyed, in the throes of a
black trumpeted moment of discovery.
