Silhouetted World

A Special Issue Zine for Anti-Racism (Spring 2023)

leerlauf_3 by Katarina Gotic

Tales About Women

by Molly Zhu Tales About Women They say a rabbit lives on the face of the moon,with a beautiful girl and a wizened willow tree, too.They are ensconced from the darkened earth,as much as they are trapped in a spell…these are the myths my grandmother would whisper to mein almost musical speech, a tiny smile…


by Jeddie Sophronius Cina ci·na /ˈʧɪnə / offensive 1. He said he would protect me should the mob come: // “hundreds of incensed demonstrators / ran from the scene yelling / ‘kill cina’ and brandishing weapons.” 2. Those who try to pass as the people they’re not: // grandmother was pregnant when the police escorted…

I am not a mother

by Maya McOmie I am not a mother of a god; I am notreligious entity. I am not illusion: not water,not the damp, scented earth under feet.I am no good mother, nor the goddessof spring; I’m not a people, populatingregions of land. Not one of the eldest,not a Pleiades. Never was enlightened. I’mnot mine, or…

The Cormorant

by Allison Jiang The Cormorant In Chinese, the verbs for “swallow” (violent)and “drown” are homonyms.They are two fates separated onlyby a twitch in the throat.One like taking a bitter pill,the othertaking it all in.I go down like sludgeI 咽 every last crumb, choke it downwith ease, esophagus wideninglike I’ve done it beforebecause I have.Watching the…


by Maggie Yang Exocarps You stare at your faceon the green card, more wrinkledthan your veins, name sheddedinto frames. Speckled with stars &picket fences. The window blursyour eyes as you sit on the plasticseat, more warmth outside thanin your hands, as you fumble overa coin, unaccepted currency.The map on the wall of the busis turned…

OK, I’m Finally Ready to Admit My Faults

by Bree Bailey OK, I’m Finally Ready to Admit My Faults double golden shovel with Hanif Abdurraqib How hard it is to hear the hymn that isn’tsmall, gather spit up – throat, hitch into it.We’ve crossed paths and are no longer funny.Become new dollars. Brownstone broken. Howbecause of pride I keep uneven bucktooth silenceof generational…

sunday school lesson

by a. adenike phillips sunday school lesson easter morning on dania beach,gulls fly over the waveswaiting for grace to showits shadow, then swoop & thieve it from the tumultuous cumof the sea. here i see endlessversions of myself crestingatop the spumes, revolving over the same wounds, each more treacherousthan the first. how this ocean church…


by Carlos Egaña guerra [buscando visa para naufragar] in seas of red, white, and bluethat leak from cumulus clouds, Ibecome a pillar of salt and sulfur. my head is a tendonless specter – as my body goes furiouslyinto nights of shame, it rocks and rolls and relishesin a stampede of memories. [buscando visa, carne de…

Gulf Stream symbol that looks like a G and an S
Special Issue Staff

Faculty Advisor
John Dufresne

Special Issue Editor
Trey Rhone

Managing Editor
Madison Whatley

Assistant Managing Editor
Arnaldo Batista

Jo-Anne Carrenard, Rosa Godshall, and Yosef Khabinsky.

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Cover artist

Katarina Gotic (*1994) is a Bosnian-born poet living in Berlin, Germany. She recently completed her chapbook “we need a breathing tongue between”, some of which is published in SAND 25. She is currently working on a language/visual collage titled “leerlauf” and an erasure project “VENAC”, in which she collages her family’s socialist magazines. Her sound poem “codified absence” was performed on the 23. poesiefestival Berlin. She is the recipient of the 2023 Berlin Senate Work stipend for Non-German literature for her project “leerlauf”.