The Shallow Ends

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Some news from the editors 💙

Did you miss yesterday's poem? Catch "CARACOL" by Alexandra Lytton Regalado on the site: theshallowends.com/home/caracol

Anyway. I wrote this poem about a boy I loved who was an activist whode car was shot up at a protest in 2015 and I’m thinking about him today just like I’m thinking about all of us who really thought our work in 2014-17 was going to change the world. Today is hard.

i remember the first time i read this poem by @itsKayPrice more than a year ago. it changed my life on the spot, & i knew right away it would end up in these pages. i hope it changes yours, too.

I have two poems in the new issue of Yemassee. Here’s one, with all gratitude to the editors.

“of his palm gripping a broken caracol I’d tossed aside because—spiral staircase, exposed ribcage—it was broken / and he with his tiny white teeth / insists I take it and I take it because it is now because of him, perfect”

Today's poem is LIVE! Read "CARACOL" by Alexandra Lytton Regalado on the site: theshallowends.com/home/caracol

05.21.2020 theshallowends.com/home/yall

Did you miss yesterday’s poem? Catch “Y’ALL” by @goldenthem on the site: theshallowends.com/home/yall

Hi hello this is the cover for SALAT. I owe so many for this starting w Jordan Nassar for the art, @LKTuffaha, @NifMuhammad, @zeinabeck, @KavehAkbar & Cornelius Eady for the kind words, the @tupelopress team & everyone who’s ever held it down for me. This ones for you ✨🤲🏽✨

“we sing to the black masc- / ots, the murder men in uniforms & south / pole, the slick boys. If we could die for dick, / or devin, or dayquan, or devaughnte, we’d / can cut our mouths to be tulips or terriers / leashed by hunger & touch” @goldenthem the ENJAMBMENTS y’all!

Today's poem is LIVE! Catch "Y'ALL" by Golden (@goldenthem) on the site: theshallowends.com/home/yall

05.13.2020 theshallowends.com/home/love-poem

Did you miss yesterday's poem? Catch "LOVE POEM" by @burritotheif on the site: theshallowends.com/home/love-poem

“listen. I want to hear him call me daughter. Perhaps this, my most selfish wound. When it opens, I drag my name to the shed and shoot it for my father, who I love”

“Presently, I am thinking about my father...” “...Once, in the dark of an early Fall, I heard him toeing softly down our staircase to glimpse me, make sure I was there. And I was there, surely. I was so brutally there, though the opposite was also true” @burritotheif

I have a new poem out today. It is about my father and I am nervous to share it. Thank you @TheShallowEnds and @tagreathouse for your care with this. ❤️