Famed art deco replaced by fire coral
and colorful parrot fish, neon lights
restored by pulsating swarms of moon
jellyfish, lit up like a Saturday night.
I even forgot the caramel of my lover’s skin, forgot the way back
to my island, forgot myself and pledged my life in service to one
man’s pleasure, donned the white gloves and clutched a clipboard
It happened on the corner of 147thand Miller, beneath the long branches of an oak hanging over the corner. It happened often enough— usually to white kids crossing U.S.1 in front of the University of Miami or other tourists on The Beach—but seldom in this residential area, and never on this intersection.
Their hope is that this project will help shift the perspective of those perpetuating Islamophobia and xenophobia as well as de-stigmatize Post-Traumatic Stress and other social issues.
I started feeding the stray cats when I moved in with him. To attract company, I began leaving food and water by the front door. Fuck Off was the first cat to frequent our patio...
Rebecca Evanhoe talks to Kelly Luce about her time in Florida, including a residency at the Kerouac House, a trip to The Holy Land Experience, and this one time when Billy Collins made fun of her phone.
Amy Watkins talks to Campbell McGrath about Florida's penchant for erasing its history, and the monumental task of tackling twentieth-century history in XX, his new book of poetry.