Columbia Journal has shortlisted up to 23 writers and artists for the Special Issue on Loneliness contest.
Sacrament for the End of the World
When friends and colleagues find out I’m trans, they often assume I don’t want children.
Review: Disability Visibility, Edited by Alice Wong
A collection of writing by disabled people, edited by disabled activist, media maker and research consultant Alice Wong.
Medusa’s Curse
I stare at my father. He is still, as if he were frozen by Medusa, trying to un-see her face.
What it Takes
I remember the first time I did it: it was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, after class. By the end of my seven years in LA,...
Half-chewed Beef
I I was half asleep when Ma whispered into my ear that it was time to go. The sun had not yet risen, but light...
Review: Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency by Olivia Laing
It feels almost serendipitous that Olivia Laing’s essay collection Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency has been published during a global pandemic. In the wake...
Writing Iranian America: An Interview with Porochista Khakpour
In this interview, Jasmine Vojdani speaks with writer Porochista Khakpour about fragmented identity, being Iranian in America, regret, and her new book, The Brown Album:...
Photo Essay: Haiti Beyond the Headlines
In order to mark both the earthquake anniversary and the easing of peyilok, Haitian journalist Junior St Vil and Ildi Tillmann, author and documentary photographer,...
Review: American Harvest: God, Country, and Farming in the Heartland by Marie Mutsuki Mockett
Marie Mutsuki Mockett’s journey begins among the tumbleweeds of Texas and finishes with a crawl over the Rockies and a descent into the fertile Snake...
Spring 2020 Contest: Winners & Runner Ups Announced
Columbia Journal is excited to announce the winners and finalists of our annual Spring Contest, which was judged by Melissa Febos in nonfiction, Analicia Sotelo...
Spring Contest Runner Up in Nonfiction: Gringos
People always asked what we were doing there. The rehearsed line I said when people asked was, “We’re expatriates.” In my eight-year-old mind this word...