Scoundrel Time

Radiant – An Interview with Nawaaz Ahmed

Nawaaz Ahmed’s Radiant Fugitives, a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction and the Edmund White Award for Debut Fiction, is the story of a family and a country grappling with changing identity. The...

Letter Written on the Anniversary of Roe v. Wade (on the Cusp of Its Reversal), January 23, 2022, to the Young Woman in Ruth Orkin’s An American Girl in Italy

Dear Jinx Allen, I love the pseudonym you chose and wore like a rosary around your neck for protection. But those men on the sidewalk standing around the sewer medallions weren’t under your spell. They fanned...

BANANA FACTORY

  Mike checked the gauges, and the buncher hissed like it was satisfied with a cruel new law it had just made up. “What would you do out there anyway?” Mike shouted over the earplugs. He motioned at the...

Ukraine Diaries

Hello everyone! My name is Kate, I am from Ukraine, and I want to share my story with you now. I was born in Dnipro – it’s a city located in center-east Ukraine. My grandmothers were born in 1939, and...

New Prayer for Peace

May we see the day when war and bloodshed cease, when a great peace will embrace the whole world and right now especially Ukraine; when all who live on earth shall realize we have not come into being to drop...

Days until

I wake up. Russia will invade soon. I eat my breakfast. Russia will invade soon. I go shopping. Russia will invade soon. I buy buckwheat and chocolate. Russia will invade soon. I take a bus to work. Russia will invade...

Water Talks

VIRUS AND STREAM It was August. The stream ran low but was busy with creatures seeking to cool off. One day a little human stood on the bank, and sneezed, and a virus entered the stream. Stream said, Are you singing...

Lettuce All

  _____ Mark Blickley grew up within walking distance of New York’s Bronx Zoo. He is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild and PEN American Center. His latest book is the flash fiction collection, Hunger...

A BRIEF HISTORY OF KYIV

Yaruslav the Wise holds the city in his hands. Its domes and alleys constructed themselves in a dream of how best to manage the hill above the Dnipro. He has a Tatar face, fur-trimmed hat, robes of an idealized medieval...

In Fragments

I. Freshman year of college, your professor in ‘Reclaiming Human Rights for Communities of Color’ tells you she teaches her daughter consent through the most basic forms of contact. If someone asks for a hug, she makes...

I am an elevator

attached to a brutalist construction— I see city blocks that fall asleep amid prickly weeds I see a skein of geese that land on the surface of the lake like it’s their job to surprise on demand     _____...

Signals

Walking down the street, I brush against people and, for one split-second, get a sense of them. Then they disappear. I find this hard to accept. All that individuality! So precious and mysterious. I try opening my mind...