by Bri Watts   I placed my feet on the couch, right ankle over left - second toe longer than the first, skinny and stretched, smelling slightly of vinegar. my hands beneath my head, elbows pointing in opposite directions, hair connecting my arms and shoulders, breasts quarrelling, fighting to get as far away from one … Continue reading Well


by Bri Watts It almost seemed like they were standing in peaceful protest: bare, interminable, still, between white packed snow and the faint color of black mountains and mostly blue sky, a sigh of red; expecting to be set on fire - with ease as eucalyptus trees are adapted to survive, thrive, in heat, in … Continue reading US

Bird View

by Bri Watts Why they don’t wonder what they look like from the sky? How come all they do is work still? Where they learn ta’ steal from? Why they don’t carry each other? How come they heavy? Why they don’t sing like we used to? How come they can’t fly? Why they can’t hear … Continue reading Bird View

Outside In

by Bri Watts I was full of laughter before I was full of insecurity. “You must laugh a lot. People who laugh a lot have wrinkles around their mouth; they call them laugh lines.” Some guy at a gas station said this to me. That was the beginning. I went home, looked in the mirror, … Continue reading Outside In

An Old Roadway 1880, Oil on Canvas George Innes

By Brittany Watts-Hendrix An almost-black, brown womyn carries a walking stick, to counterbalance the bag thrown over her shoulder. Her head and neck sit slightly forward, to compensate for weight remaining, directing attention to an almost-brown, white boy sitting. His hands in his lap and feet under his bum. They hold one another with their … Continue reading An Old Roadway 1880, Oil on Canvas George Innes