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POETRY

An Amendment to the War Brides Act, 1945

Name and None Magazine, 2019
 

"My great-grandmother Fumiko marries a man.
He is white and American and his clothes smell like packed cigarettes, engine grease. T
he brass pendants pinned to his lapels glinting with the fabled gold of Hollywood signs, of New York City marquees, the flash of headlights shimmering on highway signs---winding and endless and wind in your hair free."

 

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An Amendment to the War Brides Act, 1945

Name and None Magazine, 2019
 

Nabet Acina stood on the creaking deck of her porch stoop, watching the last dregs of sunset ooze orange through the black cracks in the Port Haven skyline. Melting into Ossan Holm’s alleyways, baking translucent through hung lines of laundry, dripping through the filthy grates bleak beneath Dawton Street.

 

Loose, steel toned tendrils of her tightly knotted hair stuck to her face as her adder clear gaze held vigil over their corner, dry herb tinged smoke mingling with sweat in the humid smear of the lower city’s congested evening, the quick tongued voices of her neighborhood’s clans of carrion children clattering between the bricks. Their sharp calls and slide whistle slang folding beneath the crooning old melodies which danced from neighboring windows, the other old women of her block indulging what they could scavenge of their favorite songs from blocky, static-prone radios. All of it stirred into a uniquely familiar waltz of speech and sound in the slamming door of the copper dusk.

 

As soon as the blistered, cracked egg sun sunk past the buckling roof of Avi Artenin’s laundromat, she knew it was time.

 

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FICTION

NONFICTION

An Amendment to the War Brides Act, 1945

Name and None Magazine, 2019
 

"My great-grandmother Fumiko marries a man.
He is white and American and his clothes smell like packed cigarettes, engine grease. T
he brass pendants pinned to his lapels glinting with the fabled gold of Hollywood signs, of New York City marquees, the flash of headlights shimmering on highway signs---winding and endless and wind in your hair free."

 

Read Here