GET OUT OF THE VAN
My mother swears that she despises talking on the phone, but it’s often hard to get her to hang one up. Her voice echoed in my lef...
This story has been published as a full length book titled Portrait of the Artist as a Viable Alternative to Death
He says he makes sound poetry by p...
Heroes of the Anti-Gentrification War, Year of the Donald
Ron and Jennifer walked down the hallway stuffed within their bomb suits, looking like a pa...
Guys I Dated While Pretending I Wasn’t in Love with You
Casey, 26
Tall, like you, but carries his weight in his belly. Soft, teddy bearish. Eyebrow ...
Ndawo; Nuances from the Ocean
We always witnessed their arrivals. We were taught to be vigilant of their tactics, for the next time they came, they wou...
Give Your Face a Rest
It was still there. It wouldn’t go away not matter what he did, not stretching, not taping, not hooking over his ears made a difference...
A Peculiar Synchronicity
You saw me, but you said nothing. You pretended not to look at me while I pretended not to look at you, but we could distinc...
Three on a Spit
Where’s Stacy? She’s returning to New York from Los Angeles, seat 13C. She’s in the air, not laughing at The Office, she’s in the air...