Tag: 2024 summer

| By Genevieve Abravanel

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

The Apology

I opened my email and there was the apology. I’d reached out to Thunder several weeks earlier. We hadn’t spoken or even exchanged messages in years, but I’d just read an article that made me think of him. Marcel Marceau, the famous Parisian mime teacher, had died and the article examined his legacy. Did Thunder …

| By Justin Chandler

[ Issue Issue #19 ]


Marcus woke at the water, teetering in a cold wind. It was night and in his blurry return to consciousness he watched as a mink stalked the edges of the tide, indifferent to his presence. A bit of childhood trivia told him mustela vison hated saltwater and yet here it was, like a totem freed …

| By Lawrence Coates

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

The Promised Land

i Every morning, when the black of sky had barely lightened to a deep blue in the east and the camp lay quiet and exhausted, Maggie McCurdy heard her father stir, and prop himself up on one elbow, and say to her mother, “All right, old woman, time.” Then Maggie’s mother sat up, eyes wide …

| By Noor Imaan

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

Talking to Tagore

Baba spent the early hours of the morning in his study. He was writing a novel and didn’t want to be disturbed. On bad days he yelled at Ma who then yelled at me. On good days he took me to the bookstore. I could only read the books he selected. Thakurmar Jhuli was permitted. …

| By Laura Leigh Morris

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

Learn to Love Your New Body

When bumps that look like something between pimples and warts erupt across her stomach, the doctor welcomes her to the postpartum experience, tells her bodies do weird things. When her underarm hair starts to grow down her ribcage, thick and stiff, almost like the shaft of a feather, he tells her she needs to stop …

| By Olakunle Ologunro

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

There Are Many Ways to Kill A Child

When she was twenty-one and in her third year of university, my mother’s younger sister, my Aunt Toun, became pregnant. She sat in our flat, her eyes red and raw from crying, a tissue crumpled into a ball in her fist, but my mother’s takeaway was that Aunt Toun was in a relationship and having …

| By Greg Schutz

[ Issue Issue #19 ]

The Little Flashes

I didn’t think of myself as lonely before I met Thom, which may be the same as saying I wasn’t, not quite, until he came along—that he made me unhappy. Papers had been placed before me; I’d been told to sign and sign. Keys had been deposited into my hand while my fingers still echoed …

| By Hannah Lee Thorpe

[ Issue Issue #19 ]


I’m at the edge of a dance floor standing next to the Russian boy. He brushes his fingertips against my back, and I laugh and nod as he talks, laughter as a replacement for words. I move onto the dance floor and he watches, his eyes tracing the curves of my arms as I raise …