Salomé By Ai Ogawa

Salomé I scissor the stem of the red carnation and set it in a bowl of water. It floats the way your …

Conversation By Ai Ogawa

Conversation We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? I …

Woman To Man By Ai Ogawa

Woman to Man Lightning hits the roof, shoves the knife, darkness, deep in the walls. They bleed light all over us and …

Passing Through By Ai Ogawa

Passing Through “Earth is the birth of the blues,” sang Yellow Bertha, as she chopped cotton beside Mama Rose. It was as …

The Kid By Ai Ogawa

The Kid My sister rubs the doll’s face in mud, then climbs through the truck window. She ignores me as I walk …

Nothing But Color By Ai Ogawa

Nothing But Color I didn’t write Etsuko, I sliced her open. She was carmine inside like a sea bass and empty. No …

Motherhood, 1951 By Ai Ogawa

Motherhood, 1951 Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy, Or maybe it’s Pegeen to you, Well, I’m really Stella Mae. Peggy’s my nickname, …

Killing Floor By Ai Ogawa

Killing Floor 1. RUSSIA, 1927 On the day the sienna-skinned man held my shoulders between his spade-shaped hands, easing me down into …

Grandfather Says By Ai Ogawa

Grandfather Says “Sit in my hand.” I’m ten. I can’t see him, but I hear him breathing in the dark. It’s after …

Disregard By Ai Ogawa

Disregard Overhead, the match burns out, but the chunk of ice in the back seat keeps melting from imagined heat, while the …

Cuba, 1962 By Ai Ogawa

Cuba, 1962 When the rooster jumps up on the windowsill and spreads his red-gold wings, I wake, thinking it is the sun …

Barquisimeto By Ai Ogawa

Barquisimeto, Venezuela, October 27, 1561 Today it rained vengefully and hard and my men deserted me. My kingdom was as close as …