radical tenderness.
How to Talk Nice
Before you go to school for the first time, you learn how to talk nice.
“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