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  • Real Housewives of Hell

    Real Housewives of Hell

    Your daddy had the kind of laugh you can tell came from the belly. It was genuine, heavy with something like freedom. What even is freedom in this city where we had to be mean or invisible to be queer?

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    In Bangla, language, ভাষা (bhasha), and home, বাসা (basha), could be homophones, except ভ (bha) descends like droplets of monsoon rains and ব (ba) bursts like a prickly jackfruit.

  • Pseudomonas

    Pseudomonas

    They will toss longstanding marriages to the side, witnessing Saba at her most desirable, opening up like a flower, a corpse flower, titan arum, her body beaming compelling signals that cannot be ignored. And she will be receptive to this,…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    Can you feed yourself with the white space / of an errant sonnet?

  • Private Scaffolding, Public Stories: A Conversation with Julie Buntin

    Private Scaffolding, Public Stories: A Conversation with Julie Buntin

    I liked the emotional effect of trying to grasp that feeling I think we all have sometimes that life and time have gotten away from us. Second person is a perspective that allows for a lot of telling really fast,…

  • Moon Water

    You’re making a huge mistake if you don’t stop what you’re doing right now to manifest your goals and imagine your dream life…

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