by JULIE WAKEMAN-LINN The last day of September, Sasha rushed into their flat. “Olga, I’ve got us an offer.” Olga sat wrapped in her old quilt with her back to the window. At least today she had folded up the … Read more

Donish juxtaposes continuous moments and memories with discrete, warring abstractions and fragments, exemplifying how poorly our remembered lives cohere with the lives we are leading in the “real” here and now.

SPEECH is a reckoning with the self and its relation to its present condition under the state.