We name our children before we know them, and our names express our hopes for them. In doing so, we are not unlike flight attendants welcoming the child to a place we haven’t yet arrived in. But what happens when one’s child is—as Winston Churchill
Clamping my hand over my left boob, which was leaking a slow and deliberate drip-drip-drip into my nursing bra and then into my marled gray t-shirt, and then onto my hand, I galloped up the basement stairs, taking two steps at a time, my body
Electronic dance music is to Detroit what tango is to Buenos Aires, or cumbia to Cartagena— in other words, it’s hard to go more than a few blocks on a Friday night without walking through a low bass rumble and the muffled thump of a
We are now open for general submissions and submissions for our special issue reflecting on the 30 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. Submissions for the Print Journal: Regular submissions for the print journal are accepted from January 15 to April 15, and
George Abraham’s new chapbook The Specimen’s Apology (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2019) accomplishes the painfully vital and often deeply violent work of imagining. In claiming two identities made systematically invisible (Palestinian, and queer), Abraham weaves us into worlds from which we are desperate to escape. Much like
