Month: March 2021
The Night Market
A Dreamlike Song, translated from the Chinese by Michael Day
The Cities Dissolve, and the Earth Is a Cart
After God, Fear Women
While Mr. Osagie slept, his wife, Maria, lay in chains at the foot of the bed, where he’d kept her for three days now. She’d tried to wrest herself free on the first night, the chains grating and scarring her …
Orange Crane
My Mother’s Gowns
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At some point a few months after my mother’s death I’d become edgy at home, slipping into argumentative fits followed by apology and abjection. I didn’t understand the pain and weakness in my arms. I’d been sleeping only a …
In Paradise

When I was young and a good listener, a man told me he had lost his soul.
We sat on a strip of flattened grass outside the gas station I’d cranked my junker car into. I was waiting for a …
A Terror Felt Rather Than Seen

In Just Us: An American Conversation, Claudia Rankine’s latest collection of poems, hybrid essays, and photographs, she sets out to ask a random white man how he understands his privilege. I admit, as I read, I’m a mix of …