UNDERLININGS
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On Manny Pacquiao and gay marriage:

It’s here at this church that Manny Pacquiao comes to pray after his fights. He kneels down and gives thanks. In that same way we knelt with a rosary all day when my kuya died of AIDS. All day for seven days, with lots of food, and lots of prayers, on your knees everyday. It’s what we do when someone dies. I heard that a woman had a pin in one of her knees and couldn’t kneel and I pictured a sewing needle stuck there and I silently wished to get pricked by that same needle— because I couldn’t see how what I was doing there in that church was helping any of us out there on the dirt—in the land, on the fields with the farmers, and the trash heaps, and the kids with the little blue-brown faces left by the chapel, or the boys, with their bloodied underpants and soiled shorts, and all the musk from all the work, and the distant gaze from all the glue. How was this rosary tending to this life?

“Here We Are Becoming Champs.” — Melissa Chadburn, The Rumpus
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longreads:

On Manny Pacquiao and gay marriage:

It’s here at this church that Manny Pacquiao comes to pray after his fights. He kneels down and gives thanks. In that same way we knelt with a rosary all day when my kuya died of AIDS. All day for seven days, with lots of food, and lots of prayers, on your knees everyday. It’s what we do when someone dies. I heard that a woman had a pin in one of her knees and couldn’t kneel and I pictured a sewing needle stuck there and I silently wished to get pricked by that same needle— because I couldn’t see how what I was doing there in that church was helping any of us out there on the dirt—in the land, on the fields with the farmers, and the trash heaps, and the kids with the little blue-brown faces left by the chapel, or the boys, with their bloodied underpants and soiled shorts, and all the musk from all the work, and the distant gaze from all the glue. How was this rosary tending to this life?

“Here We Are Becoming Champs.” — Melissa Chadburn, The Rumpus

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A 48-Hour Poem by Roxane Gay

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When we learned that Terry W. Thompson, of Zanesville, Ohio, released his menagerie of animals and committed suicide last month, we asked for poems written within 48 hours in response to the tragedy.  One submission came from author Roxane Gay.  Her poem:

Animals, they say,

are best kept in cages.

Wild things though, know

a cage is nothing

but steel on which

they can sharpen

their teeth.

Roxane Gay lives and writes in the Midwest.

The widow is one who comes swiftly to the knowledge Whatever harm comes to you, you deserve. For you are still alive.-Joyce Carol Oates from Probate

The widow is one who comes swiftly to the knowledge Whatever harm comes to you, you deserve. For you are still alive.-Joyce Carol Oates from Probate

She was both sleazy and glamorous in her fox colored fur jacket opened to display a fleshy turnip-shaped body in a sequined purple sweater.-Joyce Carol Oates Probate as it appeared in Salmagundi Nos. 168-169

She was both sleazy and glamorous in her fox colored fur jacket opened to display a fleshy turnip-shaped body in a sequined purple sweater.-Joyce Carol Oates Probate as it appeared in Salmagundi Nos. 168-169

I can tell you, if love is blind like they say, hope and faith are its deaf and mute primos.-Patricia Engel from Fausto

I can tell you, if love is blind like they say, hope and faith are its deaf and mute primos.-Patricia Engel from Fausto

Sometimes I think Papi was born a senior citizen.-Patricia Engel from Fausto

Sometimes I think Papi was born a senior citizen.-Patricia Engel from Fausto

'Sometimes love hits you like a drunk driver on Memorial Day weekend.' -Patricia Engel from Fausto as it appeared in A Public Space

'Sometimes love hits you like a drunk driver on Memorial Day weekend.' -Patricia Engel from Fausto as it appeared in A Public Space

'identical square fingertips that the Twenty-Seventh Avenue bus stop bruja told us were rare blessings, meant for counting money.-Patricia Engel from Fausto as appeared in A Public Space Issue No. 12

'identical square fingertips that the Twenty-Seventh Avenue bus stop bruja told us were rare blessings, meant for counting money.-Patricia Engel from Fausto as appeared in A Public Space Issue No. 12