Standing up from the bed and looking me over, he mutters. I giggle. “I don’t know Spanish.”
“I thought you were Dominican,” he says. There is a weird pause. “What are you?”
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Standing up from the bed and looking me over, he mutters. I giggle. “I don’t know Spanish.”
“I thought you were Dominican,” he says. There is a weird pause. “What are you?”
Continue reading
Which country do you love more?
The question asked of each one of us
young travelers of the diaspora,
children with shiny shoes and English textbooks. Continue reading
Dear James, I wrote this all in cat memes cuz I didn’t want anything to get missed. Continue reading
I like the idea of editing for a publication that isn’t wedded to one style and is truly open to variation. There’s something fun and unexpected about picking work that won’t necessarily be paired with its close relatives. Continue reading
I hope that spaces like this let us charge into the uncertainty of writing itself and truly essay without fear of snickering (both internal and external) about being too young or too old or too whatever to write what you want to write. Continue reading
Our poetry editor for May and June is Yasmin Belkhyr. Yasmin is a writer and you might remember her work from issue 1. She was born in Morocco, grew up in NYC, and now writes poetry about honeydew and lightning in South Africa. You can find more of her work in PANK, Hobart, Word Riot, … Continue reading