Regions | JOYLAND

A Family Palimpsest

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...

Greenland Is Dying

Aria Beth Sloss -

The first thing I do as my dead son is book the flight to Greenland. The grant money had already been deposited in his...

Chameleon

Frankie Concepcion -

When I was child, my mother would sometimes take me to sing at strangers’ funerals. She would pick me up after school or from...

Excerpt from Hivernages (Wintering)

Maude Deschênes-Pradet -

They say that Ville-réal was once an underground transportation system that crisscrossed beneath a metropolis. Back then, its only inhabitants were either poor or...

An American Echo

Rachel Hanson -

Teagan arrived in Hailey, Idaho, quickly finding work in a café where elk meatloaf and venison stew was a local standard. She had read...

A Jane By Any Other Name

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...

What is Lost is Not Lost

Jared Lemus -

I finished explaining the plan to my brother, detailing all the specifics of my mental blueprints—how we would avoid the creaky floorboards, get the...

Jesus Loves You

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...

Sunset Lounge

Alice Kaltman -

As soon as Prudence came through the door, home for Spring Break, Miriam knew; sex, lots of it, was being had. Pru reeked of...

The Lost Art of Shushing

Amy Shearn -

The Brooklyn Collection of the Central Library was one of the few remaining places in the world—or at least in New York City, which...