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I am not African • If Mercy
We need new names. / I am that Odum wood / the carpenter saws / for Darling’s bed. -
Critical Mass
To fight your family’s genetic tendency to become ghosts, you rub makeup on your face so people can see you. -
Love’s Exodus
El Coyote appears before my shack, silhouette illuminated and clear. He removes his fedora and taps it against the wall, dust and sand in my eyes. -
Who Gets to Belong?
Who gets to belong? Who gets to decide? Why belong? What is worth belonging to? -
Nullibiety
Both men made me promises. They said it would be better, that there would be bounty. And space, so much space between homes. -
Editor’s Note
If we break down the larger social constructs of a nation’s political rhetoric, we can understand that this is the question that is at the root of all our debates about health care, immigration, gender equality, international relations, and so much more. -
In Less Than 365 Days
I knew a lot had changed in my part of town since I left because cafes had cropped up all over the place, like small checker pieces from other boards migrating over to ours. -
Bringing Him Back
I had finally begun to build a home of my own. Unsettled and confused after college, I moved to Monterey, a coastal town in California, where I was amongst friends and working as a preschool teacher. -
Two Stories About Us
Several years ago, while writing a philosophy dissertation about moral saints and drinking ungodly quantities of coffee at night, I came across two real-life stories that ended up having a profound effect on me. -
The Gaumont
My Mum kissed my Dad in the back of that mosque / When it was still the Gaumont — -
No One Calls me Chris
He wants to go a year backward. The evidence of this desire is the date he writes on all of the release forms. -
The Acquiescence of Motes (Purity)
When we were fourteen, we were noticed. -
Imagine the City
We are thrilled to publish the first act of the three-act sci-fi play, “Imagine the City,” by playwright and writer Darine Hotait. -
Of Superheroes and Real Life Villains
When I was in the first grade, I convinced my father to take me to see the original Batman movie. It was 1989.