Alicia Cole is a writer and artist in Huntsville, AL. She lives with her husband, three animals, and five plants. Twice-exceptional, autistic, bisexual, genderfluid, and a practitioner of nontraditional religions, she’s also a survivor. She’s the editor of Priestess & Hierophant Press, the Interviews Editor of Black Fox Literary Magazine, and an intern for 256 Magazine. Her work has appeared in TAB: The Journal of Poetry and Poetics, concis, Atlas & Alice, Split Lip Magazine, and isacoustic*, among other publications. She’s been a finalist for Best of the Net, won Honorable Mention in Hermeneutic Chaos’ Jane Lumley Prize for Emerging Writers, been selected as Longform’s Fiction of the Week, and been a resident at both the Lillian E. Smith Center for Creative Arts and at SAFTA’s Writers Coop, Firefly Farms.



Also by Alicia Cole: Ringing True The Rehousing Red


Alicia Cole

Where Violence Comes From

I google your name to find your mugshots, but they're down for some reason, though I find your name in links to the county solicitor's office. There were so many mugshots. I've liked to look at your face online. It is good that your mugshots are down, but I would like to look at your face again. Your strong, tough arms, the weight of your body that I can never move in the dark, pushing against you like a large, dank rock. I look for moss. It’s the way you approach me, your hands another form of kissing, and I wonder if I smoked with you in jail if it would be different. We play games now, on the phone, and I beat you sometimes. I would never blame your brown hands. But I don't know what to do with my own.




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