It took dying to be together.
Funeral Playlist
Despite our shared grief, the conversation was stunted at first—we were still adults—known enemies to teenagers all over.
Review: Being Lolita by Alisson Wood
Wood cunningly uses the reader's knowledge so that, at decisive points, they either read with or against the grain of this text.
Moored
Given the right circumstances, anything could sting.
Spoons
When she was dying, it was easy to see her spoons dripping off her remote controlled hospital bed.
Review: Antiemetic for Homesickness by Romalyn Ante
Romalyn Ante’s debut collection presents an important and magical display of culture and perspective.
Re-membering: a Topography of Tom
The law of falling bodies states that if I had somehow touched Tom’s body as it fell through the air, the outcome would not have...
Whimsy
The cure for pain / is inside the crane / that drifts heavy / over the house.
The Pollinator
The pollinator’s girlfriend is lying in bed waiting for her.
Feathered Fruit
When I grip the hot neck between fingers and thumb as Doña Margo shows me, the chicken wakes, blinking and fluttering its wings.
Home Army: A Letter To My Grandfather
The Polish word for “loss” is “utrata”—the “u” an empty vessel on the page, but a full, circular sound gathered at the front of the...
Between Screens: How Netflix’s Élite Cured My Writer’s Block
The thing about a soap opera is that it reliably presses certain buttons. Someone onscreen goes through an outrageous, exaggerated version of events so that...