Issue 23 / Fall 2020 We’re only going to be in the house for a few months, your mother tells you as you pack up the apartment into boxes. You’re going to live in this temporary house while you look for another one, because the house your family was supposed to buy, a...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Hear now the legend of Lady Wonder: tell her nothing, and she tells all. There she was and is and always will be, cross-tied and magisterial in her box stall, watching Mrs. Claudia D. Fonda of Chesterfield, Virginia disappear into the tack room,...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Two months after your suicide, I’m parked outside your university’s athletics facilities. It’s 6am. Queen’s “We are the Champions” blares from the car radio. You’re probably wondering why I’m listening to your favorite band when I never cared for...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Raymond Arvizu finally summoned the nerve to check on José, who hadn’t turned up at the Good Luck Café two days in a row. Raymond’s hand shook as he inserted the spare key. A smell—he nearly collapsed. He filled his old lungs, closed his eyes,...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 Why Do You Feel Always Sad? You’re depressed Of course, you know objectively this is probably why you feel Always Sad, but it doesn’t seem like quite the right reason anymore. You know for sure that this is why you are extra tired. And...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 We were all farm animals to Alfonso: waiters were burros; waitresses were burras; prep cooks, dish washers, and bus boys were bueys. Instead of the colloquial, “Que onda, wey?” Alfonso would say, “Que onda, buey?” When I...
