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something that might make a suitable home

47, Poetry by Maegan Gonzales

I wake up sweating. My nostrils are raw and peeling skin. I cough to catch my breath. I have no fever, no flu. I keep losing things. Last night it was my twelve-year-old daughter in a cornfield. We rode in …

My Brother Calls

47, Poetry by Maari Carter

to let me know Sonic
is including gravy 
in their chicken strips dinner again.

He asks when I’m coming home 
for Thanksgiving. We don’t

speak often. Having not been raised 
in the same house, little has passed
between us— no …

The Hostages

47, Poetry by Ashley Crout

It was you or your house that dead-ended the road
and fitted my living in until I could nothing 
but survive amidst the furniture, the clothes 
the drawers closed in that blocked my body

from the vicious in you, from …

If You Leave the House Today I’ll Be Alone With My Panic

47, Poetry by Jacob Griffin Hall

I can imagine the horses grazing
by the shed in the pasture opposite our house
—the off-limits grounds guarded by a fence
we could easily hop and signs advising us
not to. If you leave the house today
I’ll be …

Behind Beauty

47, Poetry by Amanda Gaines

There’s a little purple space cadet,
folding a cease & desist into a fortuneteller.
She isn’t worried about the asteroid lightyears away 
or the screaming crew she forgot to release 
from timeout. According to her calculations, 
she’s got nothing to …

The Rainy Season

46, Poetry by Anne Barngrover

raises up animals from their water houses:
            birds like wet laundry, alligators close enough to appear
long-lashed and serene, Florida chicken turtle

            bundled in the apartment parking lot
as though delivered by drone.

…

i’m just a black goddess & ryne/river/god

46, Poetry by Jordan Honeyblue

i’m just a black goddess

I can fantasize
about a married man
holding me, breathing in
the scent of a new, shared morning
that suffocates the fragmented
perfume from last night still
asleep on my neck,
and the soft of …

[IT IS JUST BEFORE THE WAR CRACKS THE LAND OPEN LIKE AN EGG]

46, Poetry by Yerra Sugarman

                                    —For Feiga Maler, 1919-1942, who died in the Kraków Ghetto

It is just before the war cracks the land open like an egg.
Her mother’s voice—rooted in the naked grief …

Dad’s Bathrobe

46, Poetry by Cammy Thomas

for summer blue and white seersucker

          my sister froze when she saw me in it
I took it when he died and I’ve washed it

          because of how he liked to beat us
a thousand times it’s ankle-length …

Are You Single?

46, Poetry by Douglas Manuel

for Michael Donald and his family

Released and returned, the hostages invaded
          each and every news segment. The new president,

a former actor (Damon told her. Denise had never
          heard of The Killers or Law and Order.) …

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Call for submissions for issue #51, as well as our poetry and micro essay contests. Learn more and submit your work here.

New Orleans Review is delighted to announce the publication of its first book, Interviews from the Edge: 50 Years of Conversations about Writing and Resistance
(Bloomsbury 2019).

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