ESSAYS | MEMOIR

CKLARA MORADIAN | NONFICTION

2018-10-05T12:20:44+00:00

I passed by dried limes, herbs, fresh cheese, honey combs, lentils, henna and walnuts. I stopped to ask for a sample of red plum paste that tasted so sour all the muscles in my face twisted up. The vendors laughed at me kindly. I wanted to disappear into everything. I wanted to run away.

CKLARA MORADIAN | NONFICTION2018-10-05T12:20:44+00:00

ELLENA SAVAGE | NONFICTION

2018-08-31T11:07:06+00:00

after a while you won't be able to turn on the wim wenders film paris texas just because it is streaming on demand and it is friday evening and you are living alone because he who has bale coloured hair and sensitive skin is interstate for the time being working for the man you won't be able to simply watch movies that too heavily dramatise male loneliness

ELLENA SAVAGE | NONFICTION2018-08-31T11:07:06+00:00

INTERVIEW | SHYLAH HAMILTON AND VRENI MICHELINI-CASTILLO

2018-08-31T11:08:18+00:00

Under oak trees, on a table surrounded by two small bouquets of chamomile, I watched Shylah Hamilton, a filmmaker and fiction writer, and rapper Vreni Michelini-Castillo perform a ceremony designed to facilitate creativity and self-reflection. I listened to their thoughts on creativity, racism, and colonization--how these topics affect marginalized artists--and wondered why my life isn’t right.

INTERVIEW | SHYLAH HAMILTON AND VRENI MICHELINI-CASTILLO2018-08-31T11:08:18+00:00

ANNETTE COVRIGARU | NONFICTION

2018-08-30T18:30:56+00:00

We’ve been touring Israel, my mom and I, for almost two weeks now and until this point everything’s been agreeable. The crusader fortress in Akko, the Bahá’í Gardens in Haifa, the visit to Kibbutz El Rom, the winery in the Golan Heights (which I skipped, more of a beer person). Even St. Peters Church had weakened me.

ANNETTE COVRIGARU | NONFICTION2018-08-30T18:30:56+00:00

ALLEN M. PRICE | NONFICTION

2018-08-10T03:33:04+00:00

For many, the sun-sparkling Atlantic, the clean-as-seashell beaches, and the freshly-caught seafood of Provincetown are a vacation paradise. For gays, it’s a liberating mecca where kissing, hand-holding, and public displays of affection are smiled upon.

ALLEN M. PRICE | NONFICTION2018-08-10T03:33:04+00:00

TAMZIN MITCHELL | NONFICTION

2018-07-31T11:46:42+00:00

Sharks do not sleep as mammals do. Many shark species must keep moving in slumber, bodies restless even if minds are calm, to push oxygenated water past their gills. They are drifters. They, too, are restless at night.

TAMZIN MITCHELL | NONFICTION2018-07-31T11:46:42+00:00

RAINIE OET | NONFICTION

2018-08-31T17:19:31+00:00

I just re-remembered: Mama told me and Mark not to say “cancer” in this house, everyone was keeping it secret from Baba Galya that she was going to die. Deda Vitya says, “Lina told me, after Galya died, that Galya told her she went to the doctor on her own and asked him how much time she had. Galya put cards under her clothes, and later I found them: ‘These are for Lina, these are for…’ So Galya knew, and kept it a secret from all of us…”

RAINIE OET | NONFICTION2018-08-31T17:19:31+00:00

EMMA WANG | NONFICTION

2018-06-30T14:25:37+00:00

Over the course of my eighth-grade year, my exceptional hearing paid off, earning me a couple of eavesdropping sessions between mom and dad. They argued with low voices in the morning, careful not to wake me.

EMMA WANG | NONFICTION2018-06-30T14:25:37+00:00

MICHELLE LYN KING | NONFICTION

2018-06-01T15:36:31+00:00

"Well, that shut me right up. He had told me before that I sounded crazy, that I was acting crazy. This time was different. I was crazy, plain and simple. I excused myself to use the bathroom and turned on both the sink faucet and the shower head. I was not going to let him hear me cry."

MICHELLE LYN KING | NONFICTION2018-06-01T15:36:31+00:00

IRA SUKRUNGRUANG | NONFICTION

2018-06-01T15:08:23+00:00

When I was boy, you were a planet. Then you weren’t. You disappeared from the solar system, relegated to “other,” to “dwarf.” But I remember you, distant one. You are part of a family of the forsaken. In the end, you revolved around the sun like the rest of us.

IRA SUKRUNGRUANG | NONFICTION2018-06-01T15:08:23+00:00

MAYA MCCOY | NON FICTION

2018-04-27T18:25:10+00:00

As a child in Ohio, I only heard so much about this war. I knew that there had been suffering. I knew that Ammah was affected by it—seeing her home after almost twenty years, her birthplace, broken apart in many ways. I understood that war meant irreversible change.

MAYA MCCOY | NON FICTION2018-04-27T18:25:10+00:00

LIZ HOWARD | NON FICTION

2018-04-29T11:12:18+00:00

When your dentist pulls the wrong tooth, you will hold your own body at a distance. When your dentist lies about it, you will question what you know to be true—you will question your own sanity. When your dentist pulls the wrong tooth, you will sob for weeks about the pattern in your life of men taking something from you and insisting that they didn’t.

LIZ HOWARD | NON FICTION2018-04-29T11:12:18+00:00

Ashely Adams | Non Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Did you know you can hear it? It’s the simplest thing. Adjust an old radio or analog TV; listen for the static between channels. There, nestled in the white noise between the country music station and talk radio, are the echoes of creation.

Ashely Adams | Non Fiction2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Audrey Deng | Non Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

“Les escargots, s’il vous plait,” I said confidently to the waiter. “Such a tourist,” said my dinner companion once the waiter left with our orders. “Better tourist than exile,” I replied. “Better exile than stupid,” he said.  You’re paying,” I said. (We ended up splitting the bill.)

Audrey Deng | Non Fiction2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Suiyi Tang | Essay

2018-03-01T12:33:55+00:00

i am the face of asian american racial justice, a mockery composed of: displacement and internal insistence on hegemonic modes of dominance, negation, and death familiar to the geopolitical histories of asia proper.

Suiyi Tang | Essay2018-03-01T12:33:55+00:00

Cornelia Barber | Essay

2018-02-28T17:38:42+00:00

The news is full of apocalypse. The girls are full to the brim with confidence, lightening, fear. Facebook sends me into spirals of anger and anxiety.

Cornelia Barber | Essay2018-02-28T17:38:42+00:00

Sarah Cook | Non Fiction

2018-01-18T15:29:00+00:00

JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN: SILENCE, OR MISUNDERSTANDING 1. As a young girl, I did really well in school. But at every parent-teacher conference, the same thing was always [...]

Sarah Cook | Non Fiction2018-01-18T15:29:00+00:00

Sarah Sgro | Night Soil

2018-01-18T01:16:47+00:00

Shit is only loss so far as it concerns the individual (for it feeds the soil, for it builds the earth). Even then I have transformed. Even then I am [...]

Sarah Sgro | Night Soil2018-01-18T01:16:47+00:00

Ruth Gila Berger | A Flutter of Crows Will Do

2018-01-22T12:08:22+00:00

It is February in Minneapolis, a month of frozen mud and sodden wings, except now oddly warm enough, it rains an iron rain. My wife, Christi drives. Her tires sluice. Exhausted windshield wipers perform accidental beauty; the patterns they leave fracture our light.

Ruth Gila Berger | A Flutter of Crows Will Do2018-01-22T12:08:22+00:00

Martina Carla Louis | How I Became an Amerikèn

2018-02-03T03:05:18+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]“Your presence is requested at an engagement party honoring …” * In Kreyol, dejwe explains the process of wasting your potential, of becoming ruined, of becoming a lost cause. Dejwe [...]

Martina Carla Louis | How I Became an Amerikèn2018-02-03T03:05:18+00:00

Alex DiFrancesco | Home in Three Meals

2017-11-29T23:06:53+00:00

It’s a delicate process, but easy once you get the hang of it. If it’s done wrong, things curdle. If you do it just right, simultaneously whisking and adding warm to cold, it comes out smooth and resilient to hot temperatures.

Alex DiFrancesco | Home in Three Meals2017-11-29T23:06:53+00:00

Joseph Parker Okay | every dog i pet in 2016

2017-11-30T13:11:14+00:00

i got the next round and after that she invited me back to her place. when we got there we were met at the door by 2 barking doggos. one was hers, a dark brown/reddish wiener dog mix who really doesn’t like guys.

Joseph Parker Okay | every dog i pet in 20162017-11-30T13:11:14+00:00

Whit Arnold | Tadpole

2017-11-30T11:42:00+00:00

On TV, we watched a Showtime series called Shameless. I’m easily bored by TV, so instead I looked around his apartment. On a shelf sat a colorful, glass hookah. Seeing it, I asked, “You smoke?”

Whit Arnold | Tadpole2017-11-30T11:42:00+00:00

Lucie Bonvalet | Florence: a portrait

2017-11-30T15:25:40+00:00

But if I look at the etymology, I find the Greek, nemein, "give what is due" and that nemesis literally means "retribution". So why has it become intertwined in my memory with a forest of black mirrors?

Lucie Bonvalet | Florence: a portrait2017-11-30T15:25:40+00:00

Chloé Cela | This Skank Woman

2017-10-29T21:42:26+00:00

This Skank Woman has no choice but to surrender to the hospital ambiance; the noise and patronizing nurses with good intentions, most of the time. The TV is showing the treatment of rhinos in Africa.

Chloé Cela | This Skank Woman2017-10-29T21:42:26+00:00

Gina Keicher | The Four-Day Win

2017-09-19T21:01:35+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22461" img_size="medium" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][vc_column_text] The Four-Day Win Family legend has it that one day I walked into the kitchen from the two-car garage, my hands cupped piously as if [...]

Gina Keicher | The Four-Day Win2017-09-19T21:01:35+00:00

Lauren Turner | QUIT DYING TO DIE

2017-09-19T17:41:32+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Flirting with suicide, I spent three apathetic years with Bulimia Nervosa, before I decided I wanted to live. A month into recovery, doctors discovered tumors on most of my major [...]

Lauren Turner | QUIT DYING TO DIE2017-09-19T17:41:32+00:00

Naima Coster | Reorientation

2017-09-28T09:30:19+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22271" img_size="600x400" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][/vc_column][vc_column][vc_column_text] Winner of the 2017 CA Non-Fiction Prize judged by Roxane Gay The hallways at Spence were blue and narrow. They wound one into another, and [...]

Naima Coster | Reorientation2017-09-28T09:30:19+00:00

Anna Kaye-Rogers | The Witch

2017-09-19T18:11:22+00:00

Tendrils of dark hair dangle from her bun; refusing to be ordered and catalogued.  She is wrapped in a dark sweater that has no end and drapes over itself.  If [...]

Anna Kaye-Rogers | The Witch2017-09-19T18:11:22+00:00

Mez Breeze | Attn: Solitude

2017-07-17T17:15:09+00:00

Mez Breeze has been working for a good long while (since the mid 1990’s) to produce a splodge-like array of award-winning digital fiction, books, VR + AR experiences, games, experimental storytelling, interactive fiction, and othergenre-defying output that often can’t quite be categorized into neat little boxes (pssst: she secretly enjoys this fact).

Mez Breeze | Attn: Solitude2017-07-17T17:15:09+00:00

Troy Onyango | The Ghost of Nina Simone; Or the Remains of an Existence Spiraling Towards the Nadir.

2017-07-17T14:49:49+00:00

The sky is the colour of a sketch artist’s thumb when the bus sneaks its way out of the bus station, headed for the port town of Kisumu – home; a place so distant it requires at least a week of mental preparation and enough love for those whose existence make up that word.

Troy Onyango | The Ghost of Nina Simone; Or the Remains of an Existence Spiraling Towards the Nadir.2017-07-17T14:49:49+00:00

Ayden LeRoux | Pillowbook

2017-07-22T23:29:10+00:00

I never slept in this bed, though at one time I longed to. Instead it was left unconsummated. The summer when I imagined sleeping here, I went to have my tarot cards read over and over and over again.

Ayden LeRoux | Pillowbook2017-07-22T23:29:10+00:00

Marta Balcewicz | Lies in the Gymnasium

2017-07-17T11:51:45+00:00

“Guadalajara!” she said to me a couple more times in that locker room, with the showers thundering in the background and naked women slapping their suits down on wet benches. “Guadalajara.”

Marta Balcewicz | Lies in the Gymnasium2017-07-17T11:51:45+00:00

Gabby Vachon | Meth(od) Man

2017-07-17T01:09:02+00:00

He, on the other hand, actually did meth, which was less cool that I thought. He looked more like a coke guy to me, but what do I know about what a coke guy looks like? As a child I smelled pot on my street and wanted desperately to call 911, so I'm not exactly what you would call "street savvy".

Gabby Vachon | Meth(od) Man2017-07-17T01:09:02+00:00

Corinna Chong | Thieves

2017-07-17T01:07:17+00:00

“Sturdier than the old one,” my mum said, “and it’ll keep the draft out.” A new door to cover the evidence that our house was not secure, but permeable. Walls like sieves, find a hole and enter.

Corinna Chong | Thieves2017-07-17T01:07:17+00:00

Tia Lucas | Working Class Mouth

2017-07-17T01:01:22+00:00

I only remember my friends as having little teeth as so I can’t comment on their current state or the orthodontia sagas they may have endured. I should add here that I was also a thumb-sucker.

Tia Lucas | Working Class Mouth2017-07-17T01:01:22+00:00

Omar Sakr | ghosting the ghetto

2017-05-06T16:59:06+00:00

excerpted from These Wild Horses  for Steven In their third floor brick flat, the one tucked into the asphalt folds of Warwick Farm, past El Toro motel, down where the [...]

Omar Sakr | ghosting the ghetto2017-05-06T16:59:06+00:00

Christa Parravani | Back At Home

2017-05-06T16:57:45+00:00

Operation Desert Storm played on television. The picture was faintly out of focus, a smattering of grainy night scenes and bullet riddled stucco buildings. On screen, small details were nearly [...]

Christa Parravani | Back At Home2017-05-06T16:57:45+00:00

Donald Quist | Excerpt from Harbors

2017-05-05T22:26:43+00:00

Excerpt from Donald Quist's essay collection Harbors from Awst Press. Available for order here. Lesson Plan Week 1 (Introductions) Course Title: ENGLISH-IV (Academic Writing for Second Language Learners) University Course Number: BG2001 Section: [...]

Donald Quist | Excerpt from Harbors2017-05-05T22:26:43+00:00

Nina Yun | Han

2017-05-05T22:26:54+00:00

In the vice of winter no one wants the raw, unless it is the orange yolk from an egg, and even then we drop it into a boil of stew. [...]

Nina Yun | Han2017-05-05T22:26:54+00:00

Sarah Gerard | Excerpts from BFF

2018-02-15T18:57:18+00:00

Excerpt from Sarah Gerard's essay collection Sunshine State, out April 11, 2017 from Harper Collins. Available for pre-order now here. Lies I heard you tell yourself: Vitamins from fruits and vegetables [...]

Sarah Gerard | Excerpts from BFF2018-02-15T18:57:18+00:00

Visage | Matt Erickson

2017-05-05T22:27:37+00:00

2 A few months ago, I read an article in the Times about a just-solved case opened in 1995, an anonymous car crash victim, the opposite of a missing person: [...]

Visage | Matt Erickson2017-05-05T22:27:37+00:00

Max Cohen | Letters to Taylor

2017-05-05T22:21:40+00:00

Dear Taylor, The apartment’s been shifting into a mild hell dimension for months now, so I’ve been leaving it more and more, finding new places to hide in. Except! Except [...]

Max Cohen | Letters to Taylor2017-05-05T22:21:40+00:00

Emily Siegenthaler | Ketchup

2017-05-05T22:27:25+00:00

On the phone we decide to check out the mansion of the condiments empire heiress—the intricate brickwork and the midnight guards who sleep outside for $10 an hour. I always [...]

Emily Siegenthaler | Ketchup2017-05-05T22:27:25+00:00

Paul Lisicky | Two Pieces

2017-05-05T22:27:28+00:00

HOLLER  Now when the screen summons up Politician X, I do a start. Not because I'm dreading your elation at his latest surge, but because you're dead, and I will [...]

Paul Lisicky | Two Pieces2017-05-05T22:27:28+00:00

Vi Khi Nao | Washing Dishes

2017-05-05T22:27:45+00:00

I asked my coworkers if they thought kissing was like washing the dishes. A few of us looked away, including myself, over a strewn pile of essays. The question hung [...]

Vi Khi Nao | Washing Dishes2017-05-05T22:27:45+00:00

Vi Khi Nao | The Sleeping Pill

2017-05-05T22:25:00+00:00

After I graduated from college with dual degrees in Art and Spanish, I fell asleep. I slept without knowing that I slept and that sleeping covered an entire continent of [...]

Vi Khi Nao | The Sleeping Pill2017-05-05T22:25:00+00:00

Disquiet | Mariam Williams

2017-05-05T22:27:54+00:00

I tried to write this pretty, but five false starts in, I give up and state it plainly: I think I have something akin to survivor’s guilt. “Ridiculous,” my father [...]

Disquiet | Mariam Williams2017-05-05T22:27:54+00:00

Gabe Bump | Breakaway

2016-07-09T08:16:06+00:00

1. I haven’t dreamt of Abe Lincoln and Barack Obama playing one-on-one atop a gigantic bronze Marv Albert bust. That wouldn’t hurt my spirit. 2. What kind of husband will [...]

Gabe Bump | Breakaway2016-07-09T08:16:06+00:00

Cheryl Collins Isaac | Osmosis

2017-05-05T22:32:41+00:00

Her white, spaghetti-strapped blouse is ripped in the middle, and a broken strap hangs off the shoulder of her body sprawled on the dirt ground: legs spread apart, jeans unbuckled [...]

Cheryl Collins Isaac | Osmosis2017-05-05T22:32:41+00:00

Ron Carlson | Tayari Jones

2016-03-04T11:59:53+00:00

“TAYARI JONES ON RON CARLSON” IS FORTHCOMING IN THE ANTHOLOGY A MANNER OF BEING: WRITERS ON THEIR MENTORS (UNIVERSITY OF MASSACH-- USETTS PRESS) EDITED BY ANNIE LIONTAS AND JEFF PARKER [...]

Ron Carlson | Tayari Jones2016-03-04T11:59:53+00:00

Mary Gaitskill | On the Old Guy

2016-02-10T23:17:04+00:00

"Mary Gaitskill on the Old Guy” is forthcoming in the anthology A Manner of Being: Writers on Their Mentors (University of Massachusetts Press) edited by Annie Liontas and Jeff Parker [...]

Mary Gaitskill | On the Old Guy2016-02-10T23:17:04+00:00

Laura Warman | My Numerology

2017-05-05T22:34:01+00:00

  1 One. The number most embodied, the number most claimed. “I am number one.”- Michael Jordan, Marilyn Monroe. The first chapter of Numbers is just documentation of a census [...]

Laura Warman | My Numerology2017-05-05T22:34:01+00:00

Gabe Bump | House Cat

2016-07-09T08:16:23+00:00

You move back home and Housecat is already there. You’re both back in the rooms you grew-up in. Figuring shit out, you both call it. Housecat’s four years and five [...]

Gabe Bump | House Cat2016-07-09T08:16:23+00:00

Richard Z. Santos | Hospital Food

2017-05-05T22:35:54+00:00

There’s no homegrown cuisine in Washington, DC—no pizza, no bagel, no crab, no collard greens, no BBQ that embodies the District. The best DC can manage, when pressed on the [...]

Richard Z. Santos | Hospital Food2017-05-05T22:35:54+00:00

Dean Thomas Ellis | Miradouro

2017-05-05T22:36:02+00:00

"Imagine the marriage lasting, the lilies blooming in the black vase for years..." -Kim Addonizio, Tell Me It is Saturday afternoon in Lisbon, and I've stumbled upon bliss. Or whatever [...]

Dean Thomas Ellis | Miradouro2017-05-05T22:36:02+00:00