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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Author Archives: CM
Two poems by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
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: CAT MEME EDITION
Dear James, I wrote this all in cat memes cuz I didn’t want anything to get missed. Continue reading
Editor Spotlight: Kamala Puligandla
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
Editor Spotlight: Courtney Kersten
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
Editor Spotlight: Yasmin Belkhyr
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
Poetry by Cody Pherigo
Fiction by Dian Parker
Stones in Translation Insects eat sage and rabbit bush. Snakes and lizards eat insects and other snakes and lizards. Bobcats eat rats and mice. Rats and mice eat snake eggs and lizard eggs. Wolves and coyotes eat jackrabbits, rats, and mice. Hawks and owls eat any small animals they can catch; vultures eat the dead. … Continue reading
Poetry by Carol Bachofner
Living On, a prose sonnet Indian Canyon, Agua Caliente Reserve 1992 From a waterfall 12 feet straight down, into two feet of water 2. Swept off like leaves ready to die 3. Never thought about death then. Never thought about life then. All the same to me 4. Carried to safety by a Paiute, a … Continue reading
Fiction by Joseph Sloan
Sammy Proctor was one weird motherfucker. He couldn’t even try to kill himself like a normal person. Sammy tried to overdose on weed, which is the first and only time I’ve heard of someone trying to go out that way. I guess he listened to the lectures on how it was a dangerous drug and took them a little too seriously. It didn’t work, obviously, so he tried to hang himself from a pipe in our room using his belt. That didn’t work either. The pipe broke and caused a flood. I wasn’t too happy about the whole thing because a) half my stuff was ruined, and b) it was my weed. Continue reading
The James Franco Review 