Look! Look! Look! The dance
of these albatrosses in a sea, heaviness
like the iceberg of a frozen era!
(poetry)
Tag: Michael Singh
This week, ACM is posting poetry every weekday.
See? I’ve been frank, while the TV keeps beaming images–you yelling at the cop dragging you away: Don’t take me away yet; but the cops keep manhandling you, smash your spectacles, your black skin shines with sweat.
(poetry)
“An eleven-year-old girl sees something no child should—and keeps her silence. In a world of broken promises and simmering class tension, what she witnesses becomes a secret weapon in a household on the brink.”
(fiction/No Place is Foreign)
Part of our series of pieces inspired by the Democratic Party’s 2024 platform.
Children cough, wheeze, inhale the gas, and rub burning eyes in the capital city through January. Inhalers are in demand. The government talks about creating artificial rain to clear up the sky.
(nonfiction)
sundry moments now in the
crucibles of memories
memories or imagination?
(No Place is Foreign)
Another Chicago Magazine 