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Janice Lobo Sapigao -

Today my mother was diagnosed with uterine cancer. The first time the nurse took her blood pressure, Ma was sitting down, and it was...

Greg Marshall -

The rest of us gave speeches at Dad’s funeral. My sister Moe’s eulogy took the form of an interpretive dance. I can still picture...

Leora Fridman -

In time, I will believe there is meaning to this. In time it will be soaked with meaning. It is soaked already with content...

Jonathan Fine , translated from the Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan -

I’m writing these words from a spacious, well-lit, near-empty room. The nine hours I spend here every day are perfectly silent, save for the...

Jane Wong -

Not Jenny. Not Michelle. Not Katie. Not Cindy. These were the names of the girls in my grade-school class, oftentimes in triplicate so they...

Mamadou Yattassaye -

black souls melt away like fla-vor-ice popsicles in the summertime sun. “Is that shit coming from your home?” A neighbor from 7A knocked on my...

Taryn Bowe -

We were in the back of a van hurtling through the dark, strange streets of India. This was in 2000, late at...

Jeremy Klemin -

Late 2’s; early 3’s. By the time it’s all over it’s close to 3:30 A.M. I know this because my phone records the time...

Katie Burke -

I have started talking to the baby. Asking him questions he cannot answer. I say my name...

Jo Barchi -

It’s the fall of 2013 and I just found out I’m a faggot. Henry isn’t supposed to be a part of...