Somewhere, Over a Rainbow by Renee Garcia-Brown I dreamed of a place called home And you were there, and you and you and all of you The you’s no longer here, the you’s who only ever existed in my mind Those to whom I once gave my life, those who now pretend I’m a…
by l.l. ballack “In the quotidian, to no smaller a degree, death moves: in traffic accidents both realised and narrowly avoided; in hearses and undertakers’ shops, in florists’ wreaths, in butchers’ fridges and in dustbins of decaying produce. Death moves in our apartments, through our television screens, the wires and plumbing in our walls, our…
It’s just a dream. Christ, it’s just a fucking dream! Mwaaaaah! Mwaaaah! Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! “Awwww, did someone have a nightmare. Awww, cuddle Mummy, cuddle Mummy.”
Renee Garcia-Brown is of Irish and Latino heritage (granddaughter of Bridget Elizabeth Dallat-Brown and daughter of Dolores Garcia-Brown), born and raised in Los Angeles and made it through 4 years of the army without losing her life, her mind or her identity.
Scheisse by Steve Biersdorf As much as they had anticipated this moment, thrilled to it by grand expectation, they daren’t approach him, as if he were a white stag or other skittish mythical beast ready to dash away at the hint of intrusion. Or if they were to approach him, to hear him talk in his…
by Renee Garcia-Brown For all who resist Someone once told me that compassion is greater than courage As if the two were separate Like you can have one without the other As if courage is purely brain-bound while compassion is heart-felt and Courage was a lesser virtue because Good people are motivated by their…
by Renee Garcia-Brown For all those too stubborn and pissed off to quit. Softly, I must end this year As bloody, broken as I am picking up butchered slabs of my own flesh Hoping I can fit it all back together Enough to hold it firm to heal So after a light soft…
by Renee Garcia-Brown For my cousin Bruce Morgan, 1957-2017 I dreamed I saw the ocean again And remembering the dream now, I’m crying. On my birthday I dreamed I was home, homeland, ocean the birthplace of life Homeland the birthplace of me 3 AM near the sea. In the dream I walked between…
(C) 2017 by Renee Garcia Brown Renee Garcia-Brown is an army veteran, former print journalist and published author of fiction and poetry. Been resisting all her life. Born and raised in Los Angeles now living in temporary economic exile in Texas. Obnoxiously militant Californian. Tweets way too…
Gun Fuck by Renee Garcia-Brown Republicans want to control who you can marry, when and if you reproduce & what public bathrooms you can use But won’t even discuss gun legislation after a mass shooting. They care more about who you fuck & what you put in & take out of your uterus than…
