Colorado State University Center for Literary Publishing


Empirical Evidence

Nov, 05 2019 | no responses

Photo by chessboard35 Teeth, glamorous teeth. Whiter than white: glint. How can you call a color a word? Flimsy netting of the exuberant verb of it— all swan and longing and snow. But we were talking about teeth, how I stole one from my first-grade class, decomposing in a dirt-colored glass of Coke next to […]

Ten Girls Stepping into and out of the Light

Nov, 05 2019 | no responses

Photo by Theo Crazzolara Girl A, always Girl A, dives headlong into her own skin as she steps into a vehicle of light, skin rushing to catch up, closing enclosing her, in within the steps the box she carves out the vertical column of space that is hers, shadow edging close into the vertical column […]

The Courtyard

Nov, 05 2019 | no responses

Photo by Stephen Kruso In summer, its trees blaze with color, their fingers spilling over the tenants. There is a smoker, our fixture, his cough a deep chime. One, two. His second-floor watch is consistent but punctuated. There are children, creatures of the afternoon, DayGlo bicycles lurching forward with half-flat white tires. Sometimes, I come […]

Portrait on Metal with Patterned Scarf and Streak of Light

Nov, 05 2019 | no responses

Photo by romana klee The photographer’s studio is on wheels, hitched to a pickup truck, and parked today beside a Dallas tattoo parlor. At one end of the room, she has placed a wooden stool and three lights on adjustable stands. At the other end is a door to a tiny darkroom where she prepares […]

Loss and Damage

Nov, 05 2019 | no responses

Photo by baldeaglebluff The first time Maria ever spoke to me directly, we were somewhere over the North Atlantic on a red-eye to eastern Europe. “Don’t mess around with any Brits without seeing a passport first. He might say he’s a delegate, or an important businessman, but he could easily be some Eton kid there […]

Soy Yo

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

We spotted our dessert next to the register: el pan covered in cracked pink icing and shaped like la concha; flat pan made of concentric circles and bent to look like una oreja; oven-dark pan shaped like a pig, los marranitos, the favorites of mi mamá.

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