Artwork by Jay Mitra Only when you’re drunk do you talk about your grandmother. We drink a lot, sharing pints and pizza while the telly blares in the background, cocktails on the terrace before fucking under the clouds. I miss her, you would slur, and your eyes brighten, yet you seem older. You never say…
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**CW: this piece contains racial slurs** In the fascinating way that the literary world conducts its business nowadays, I have never spent a moment in person or even on the phone with Chris Stuck. Our mutual friend—and a previous interview subject, Chris L. Terry—got us connected, and our mutual admiration society was born. Two things…
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High heels push you closer to God. Specifically, the white patent leather pumps embellished with rhinestones that danced in choir stands and freed themselves on the word of your testimony. You have only worn them four and a half times because the last angel who got that close started a coup d’etat above the earth. …
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Artwork by Brooke Danaher Art **CW: this piece contains mentions of rape** In today’s version of a life that is not my own, I imbibe in one of my favorite to-dos. Submittable bears thirty-three poetry submissions. I think about the silent joy of reading new poems, learning new names. After reading a few submissions, I…
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Broadripple is Burning (Acoustic) – Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s This is the first mass exodus of sickness, upheaval of the human spirit, but you say i am making it far too big. That you had wanted to go home for some time now, that you were one day clean from weed and…
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Illustration by Divyakshi Kedia The Devil’s Gospel (English) Long ago, this region used to be a great forest. No one told me this, because my mother doesn’t speak. It rained a lot then. Later, it became a green, green desert, and for many years, people lived well and richly because of it. It rained less.…
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As a child, I was something of a voyeur. It’s natural, of course, for children to both see and consume the world while also trying to understand it, often while fading into the background–the proverbial “be seen and not heard.” Adults often make the mistake of carrying on with their lives as though children are…
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Illustration by Divyakshi Kedia There was no one at the drive-through window, so they sat simply and looked at each other. The fluorescent lights from inside cast a bright yellow triangle through the glass, past Darren’s own window, into the car, and spilled all over his lap. She watched the light carefully until a shrouded figure…
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Jennifer is Vietnamese, a determined fan of Korean food and culture, and befriended me when she thought I was more Korean than I am. She suggested a day trip on a Monday to eat Korean BBQ without knowing that it had been at least five years since I had eaten at a Korean restaurant. I…
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Photo by Rashad Harris @sleepyoptics The wasps on Yale’s campus were just like the people: invasive, mildly annoying, and a problem that could easily be avoided by staying inside my dorm all day. But our first day of exploration called for the opposite of confinement in my empty, eggshell-colored prison that I had grown to…
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