Natalie Diaz

A fast-paced debut that draws upon reservation folklore, pop culture, fractured gospels, and her brother's addiction to methamphetamine

When My Brother was an Aztec

“A tongue will wrestle its mouth to death and lose— / language is a cemetery.” & “This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him.”

shen

Caitlin Bohannon

I can't recommend this collection enough. Imagery that will gut you and a seamless mix of traditions and mythologies, taking on the issues of family, identity, history, and suffering from the inside and not just as a spectator. "Why I hate raisins" is a better love poem than most that would call themselves that.

When My Brother was an Aztec

Reviews