by Terri Fabel Gwendolyn turned sideways in front of the mirror and checked her stomach. Flat. Good. She slipped her feet into the open-toed sandals that stood in the middle of the room and turned around to check her rear. … Read more

by Amar Benchikha I am sixteen, Leonora seventeen, both of us unmarried. And because we live with our respective families, we meet regularly in an abandoned little shack to share intimate moments. Neither one of us has any real interest … Read more

Autofiction lays bare what much literary fiction tries to mask: writers cannot help but draw on their experiences, what they know. They can do all the research in the world, but in the end, still, they are limited by what their own brains can create. Juliet’s mind betrayed her; she fought against it, tried to kill it—twice. And here she is, wrestling with it still, trying to make sense of it.

The sun generates (or, poetically speaking, “references”) forms, defined here in opposition to “representation.” For Selcer, the form is not fixed but is rather in a state of “becoming,” which can produce new relations.

by Jeff Bond It’s interesting to Dorothy that she saw Bill’s wife get killed. She was at a dress store, Stephanie’s, looking for something to wear to a friend’s wedding, still a few weeks off, but she hadn’t found anything … Read more

Savage Pageant is a profound work of care that insists on our becoming involved in the face of historic and continued harm—because, in fact, there is no way to extricate ourselves.

In this journey, Nye demands the reader pay attention to Gaza, understand life from a Palestinian perspective, and join her in witness.

Ultimately, like a magic eye puzzle, the fullness of Ntshanga’s accomplishment only comes into focus if we allow our suspicious attention to go a bit slack. The harder we look, the less we know for sure. We can only carve a space around what it is and find joy and pleasure in seeing how the image shifts into and out of focus, knowing that it will disappear as soon as the delicate balance is lost.

“I don’t know if “I begin with love” means he was conceived in love or means that it is his starting point in life or this is his treatise on the meaning of life. I don’t care. It’s all good to me. I want to be with a person who says that.”

by Becky Tuch The first phone call came on a Wednesday evening. The guidance counselor at Michael’s school. Disturbed, he said he was, by some of Michael’s recent in-school behavior. He referred to Michael as your son and then, moments … Read more