It was the best game of hide-and-seek in our entire lives. Not just for the kids, but for me as well—a non-binary trans masculine adult pushing forty. Baz and I had a playdate with his […]
“To see something last, it’s like death escaped”
Grafton Tanner conjures the ghosts in our devices and invites us to join their chatroom. You’ll leave haunted.
Poetry by Amyiah Hillian
The strongest brown body that I know shrinks in public
The Man-Children
What is striking about Lerner’s third novel is the way it implicates itself, its forms—literature, prose, poetry—in the collapse of public discourse, and the proliferation of “man-children.”
Date Night with Vomitina
Dave was a pathological flake, and after three years of dating, I still wasn’t used to his absolute surprise, confusion, and disappointment.
Help! I’m Afraid of the Dark
Burke lurks in the far corner of my bedroom when the lights are out and I’m in bed, wedged between my IKEA pillows.
“Writing is also an opportunity to learn new things”
I can’t pinpoint the moment I met Lidudumalingani. Throughout my time in Cape Town I encountered him at film festivals, talks on creativity, live music events, book gatherings and around the dinner tables of mutual friends.
Poetry by Aly Tadros
I guzzled down my twenties
Poetry by Mica Le John
black hands/pure gold/interstellar bodies
Poetry by Basil Soper
would expose intoxicants under mama’s pulsing scales
Steinbeck’s King Arthur
Open the pages of King Arthur, though, and it’s apparent that we’re very far away from New York. We’re in Camelot.
Poetry by Isoken Osagie
I am not bereft, just panting
The Case for PB&J
When I was a kid—I don’t know how young, but my dad was still alive so I must have been younger than six—I went apple picking with my family and I picked a withered brown […]
The Familiar and The Fresh
Recklessness looks a lot like bravery.
New York City & Tinder Were My Ultimate Matchmakers
There is no such thing as “dating” in my South Africa. You’re either in a relationship, hooking up, single, or in the friendzone. A large emerging category is that of the “blessee” who plays that […]
Two Kiss, Three Kiss
There are two kinds of people in the Persian community: Those that kiss you on the cheek twice, and those that you kiss you on the cheek three times.
Putting Forth Love
This was a companion to the love I had known: the shutting of doors.
It Doesn’t Matter if It Didn’t Really Happen
Reality becomes myth, then that myth becomes legend. That’s the spectacle of Karen Russell’s “Orange World”.
Poetry by Madelyn Monaghan
Self-Executing Waiver
Missed Connection
Overly outgoing female seeks to mend missed connection with fellow headphone user. We met on the elevator, in the building we both reside in. I will not disclose the address, as I would hope we […]
Verse, Prose, and Slow-Cooked Oatmeal
In 2018, Elizabeth Acevedo debuted her first YA novel, The Poet X, and in true Dominican fashion, she has been arrasando con todo ever since, raking in literary awards from left to right. Her new […]