Issue 15 / Fall 2018 When I received my high school aptitude tests results, smuggling drugs wasn’t one of the vocations listed. “Honey, we’re home!” I was startled awake by Danny yelling when he and Steve entered the hotel room; smells of exhaust fumes, fresh...
Issue 14 / Summer 2018 My eyes were still adjusting to life in LA, to the void of stars in a navy sky, to the helicopter and airplane lights hovering above, to the brown haze always on the horizon, when the phone calls started. The phone calls usually came late...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 I believe Misha may be dying. It is hard to tell. He weaves like a drunken sailor, hind feet slithering out from under him on the wood floor. He’d lost a third of his body weight when he went into the hospital two weeks ago; now that he’s...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 So, I’ll just go straight into it. First question:?What, to you, does it mean to be African? Well, to borrow from Ryan Coogler, I’ll say it is a thread—weft or warp—running through & across the Earth, this fabric we know by no other...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 He’s here on the pretension of installing your dryer. You invited him over after your date, though all you needed was the right-sized wrench to unscrew the rusty bolts on the back. He offers to finish installing your appliance, and you...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 Months after the accident, her father—my brother Stephen—told me this: “I’m at the bottom of a crater, and I have to explore it. My face is so close to the rock, I’ve managed only to explore about one square inch so far. It’s humongous,...
