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Remedios: A Reading for America’s Emperor

Bored with the news of the kingdom, the Emperor had requested the Priestess’s presence for…

i watch papa bury our dog in a grave the size of a pond

  mauve, sprigs of oleander— ceilings shedding water stains in shapes of crooked eyes—my jaws…

Missing America: On Leonard Cohen

In the summer of 1991, I took a long bus ride from Kaniv in the…

The Eternal Pursuit of the Whale’s Song

My fiancé Simon, my mother, and I boarded Air Hawaii from the Houston Intercontinental Airport…

Poor Things

Rita uncoiled a length of twine and looked up at the cloudless April sky. The…

Medea to Susan Smith, 1995

  It would have been better if we both had guns / if it had…

Four Suitcases

At five years old, Armen would say, “I want,” and Karena would complete the sentence…

Microeditorial: I Am Not Muslim But

I am not a Muslim, but on my nüfus kâğıdı, the Turkish identity papers, as…

The Sea Shimmers Between Us

“A lternate street parking has been cancelled today.” Mina’s radio in Brooklyn and mine on…

Microeditorial: Thank you, Monica: A Belated Elegy

What’s good in the higher hood, Monica? It’s me, Cabbage Patch, your supervisor from summer…