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An Open Letter to the Baby Deer I Nearly Hit Tonight by Dena Rash Guzman
The mist cold and thick, I had the high beams switched off so the brilliance wouldn’t channel in and blind me— the switchback roads wind through the woods past houses built by people with wagons drawn along by beasts with four legs just … Continue reading
Rooster Slaughter Day, essay by Dena Rash Guzman
Part 1 (I Return In Muck Boots) Waiting for the slaughter with Ines and her daughter, I have exhausted my Spanish. They are here to conduct the killings. We are culling our flock. "Hola. Mi hombre es Dena. Soy un Dena. Mi … Continue reading
Ghost Teeth, by Dena Rash Guzman
My dead and buried speak from the memorial cards inside my white Bible. They command through their ghost teeth, “Again.” Grace! There is no again. The leaves turn red and turn gold. I go old, writing softly, pulling down inky words like snuff spit into great-grandma’s tin can. … Continue reading
Black Coffee, fiction by Dena Rash Guzman
1- If you were sitting here with me and I closed my eyes and asked you what color they are, you wouldn't know. You don't see me. The other boy who loves me, I don't love him. I don't love … Continue reading