Kinship: One Week in LA

Kinship: One Week in LA

“Ki” to signify a being of the living Earth. Not “he” or “she,” but “ki.” So that when we speak of Sugar Maple, we say, “Oh that beautiful tree, ki is giving us sap again this spring.” And we’ll need a plural pronoun, too, for those Earth beings. Let’s make...
When the Scheduler Calls and Refers to My Upcoming Procedure as an “Emergency Colonoscopy”

When the Scheduler Calls and Refers to My Upcoming Procedure as an “Emergency Colonoscopy”

The images that flash in my mind are not my grandfather’s last breaths, his frail wrinkled body giving up after cancer ate away his insides. Not my mother lying in a hospital bed after the surgery to remove nine inches of her diseased intestines. Not choosing the cheapest wooden casket...
How Beautiful That Unruly Tongue Unfurls

How Beautiful That Unruly Tongue Unfurls

Para tod@s that still spit back Caló, trilongo, dialect, jargon, pachuco slang, pachuco caló, “code-switching” (as some academics like to call it), or simplemente el lenguaje que nace del barrio is my favorite way to commune with those I choose to commune with. To make myself legible and illegible, and...
Transition Lenses

Transition Lenses

My mom is doing karaoke in the kitchen, holding a microphone that our neighbor ordered for her on Amazon, belting from her chest. Her hair is silver. Her shirt, a creamsicle orange polo. Her glasses are thin rimmed, the kind that turn dark in the sun. Transition lenses, they’re called....
A Small, Previously Unknown, Hole in My Heart

A Small, Previously Unknown, Hole in My Heart

The afternoon my husband left me, I collapsed on the floor in a fetal position, my face at the level of the birds on our stone patio. Through the sliding glass door, I watched juncos, sparrows, and chickadees alight to peck at seeds, jostle one another, then fly away. Over...
I Hear You Man

I Hear You Man

I don’t remember a time when men, young, elderly, or middle-aged, stranger, or familiar, didn’t randomly confide in me the most traumatic horrors of their reality. Is there something about my bespectacled face? My half-broken nose? Is it my beard? Is it too philosophic, should it be more fundamentalist? Or...
Surf

Surf

Peter says, “I can’t sleep in this relentless surf.” “You’re the one who loves ritual and repetition.” “Ritual, yes. But this pounding is relentless.” We are sitting on the screened porch of our friend Fita’s beach house, Alligator Point near Tallahassee, watching the sun slide down from cirrus to cirrus in...
An Abecedarian Nocturne for the NICU Moms

An Abecedarian Nocturne for the NICU Moms

An angel got its wings today, the caption reads beneath a photo of a mother’s baby the size of a hand posted to the Facebook NICU parents page. Night nurse   clicks around vital sign jumbo screens. The whir of my breast pump punctuates each beat as I doom scroll...
It's Only Fair

It’s Only Fair

When the ax falls, we stand perfectly still, as is expected. We don’t close our eyes. We don’t take a step back to avoid the splatter. We stand off to the side, breathing through our mouths, tasting the stench of chicken shit and sweat. We can hear the chimes of...
Just a Joe

Just a Joe

Alaska’s winter darkness can almost drive a person insane. That’s a commonplace, but I could tell from one visit to Anchorage, its absence of true darkness in June might do it too. I stepped out of a bookstore, a bit too cutely called “The Title Wave,” where I’d bought a...
The Last Time I Climbed A Mountain

The Last Time I Climbed A Mountain

There are a thousand things I can’t recall: the date, the place, the details of the trail. I was nineteen, maybe twenty. It was a strong ascent, somewhere above St. Gallen in the Alps. All the rest has gone to mist. What stays: the incandescent sunshine. How the air bit...
Where the Dust Goes

Where the Dust Goes

It’s 8 a.m. You’ve dropped the kids at school and you’re on your way home when this crazy blur of squirrel runs onto Allen Drive. You don’t hear a thing. Instead, you feel him. A small bounce of the car, a tiny jolt, and now he’s just a bump under...
Lamentation for Junior

Lamentation for Junior

A few months after my biological brother’s funeral, my father calls to say my stepbrother just got shot and killed by Milwaukee police. They say they tried to pull him over but he sped off, crashed, fled on foot with a gun in hand. You can imagine the rest. When...
Jiaozi

Jiaozi

Changsha, China, I’m fourteen months old. My life has swiveled on its axis and turned west, towards the United States, a new life and new family. However, before I leave, I get one last dinner. One last farewell. I sit in my highchair, next to my new parents. Curious eyes...
Return Journey

Return Journey

The night of the Space X Dragon launch, my father collapses at the kitchen table. A week earlier, he had his third surgery to correct the way his muscles, spasming with Parkinson’s, pulled at his spine, forced it into a parabolic function instead of a proud column. For the third...
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Issue 77 / Sept 2024

Issue 77 / Sept 2024

Our newest issue features Bethany Jarmul, Wendy Elizabeth Wallace, Jessica Petrow-Cohen, Daisy Elizeth Magallanes, Ana Maria Spagna, Janet Burroway, Jillian Barnet, Julia Watts Belser, Diane Gottlieb, Michael Meyerhofer, Sydney Lea, Emad Jabini, Rena Willis, Charlee Simacek, and Bea Forkan. Accompanied by Tyler Haberkorn’s haunting 4×5 cyanotypes submerged in black tea.
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Teaching with Brevity

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