Scoundrel Time

TO SIRIUS B

  Your sister, the Dog Star, was the brightest. You, the Pup, nobody even saw, until one night in eighteen sixty-two, when a young man with a telescope of his own devise looked up, and there, where the wobble in your sister’s gait suggested you...

Hi, This Is Your Neighbor

    Attention Volunteers: Due to ____________, we have updated the Get Out the Vote script as follows. Further changes will be uploaded to this site weekly daily hourly on the minute. Please note, we have discontinued secondary primary log...

DOWN ALTERNATIVE

Fact death’s birth theater: a circling thicket of negligent capability’s white folding chairs on a plantation or at an inauguration. Effluvium whiteness Mount Vesuviusing to thy neighbor’s lawn— an abscess. And I’m swaddled in white, stained...

Cradling Our Breath

Cradling Our Breath   Afloat   Rocking the Heart   Safe Harbour   In June, I sat with a guided meditation teacher on Dan Harris’s app, Ten Percent Happier, where the prompt was simply, “cradle your breath.” As I applied the...

Strange Times

The Last Time Things Were Normal      The last time things were more or less normal, I got a haircut. Or rather, a trim. There was no particular reason for it. I woke up, noticed the dullness of the dark, wiry strands wrapped in a bun, felt the...

April 7, 2020

They’re dressing up cats on Facebook and someone has taught a dog to play volleyball— a natural, he always makes the return. Bocelli and Orlenski transcend and console, nepenthe for the quarantined. I hold onto a kitchen chair and learn to plié. The...

I Am My Mother’s Mother

Happy hour in the memory care unit means Frank Sinatra on the stereo, kiwi smoothies in little plastic cups, and my mom, wearing elasticized pants and my dad’s old zip-up sweater, dancing among wheelchairs. This late-January snapshot of my mom’s...

Yelp Reviews For a Lost Corner

  Como Pizza                                                                4035 Broadway ★★★★★ $ · Pizza A hot hot slice, a treat, the epitome of NYC, an orange bubble of oil shimmering on the surface of cratered cheese. A premature bite...

Parasite and Capitalism: A Romance?

Note: This essay contains spoilers. Bong Jung-Ho’s award-winning film Parasite centers around two families, the Kims and the Parks, each with four members: father, mother, son, and daughter. The Kims are all savvy, intelligent, and hardworking;...

Some Heavens Are All Silence

Listen to my last breath      you’ll hear each breath I’ve drawn Since my voice changed and the sound got Deeper incline your head      pull down      a shroud from the heaven white Folks get peace      privacy from pull one down   To cover us...

Bad Faith

When Jinx Rutledge returned to the cell that evening, he sported new state-issue glasses, pencil-point gray with lenses as wide and tall as a child’s fists. The cons called them toucher glasses or Chesters because they fit some image of a pedophile...

The View from My Bed

1. Because the blue and gold pot on my windowsill is made of Prague glass, it seems to glow in the dark. There are four small windows in the bedroom where I am living now. Deep wells set into the low wall of an attic with a sloping ceiling. Each...

Four Poems by Timothy Liu

FLACCID COVID ODE Threw a book party but no one came— _____ MAKE NO MISTAKE You didn’t wear a mask to the Hasid funeral during Mardi Gras! You didn’t plan ahead and bring enough PPE to the BBQ in the Lone-Star State where abortions are no longer...

Fear Will Not Save Us

In 1967, when I was 7 years old, I learned to pace at night. Those were nights when my father and his fellow black ministers in the Tioga-Nicetown neighborhood of Philadelphia held ride-alongs with Police Commissioner Frank Rizzo’s cops to prevent...