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Resisting Obsolescence

Confronted by a government with the power to exile readers into obsolescence, one must question: what do books represent that poses such a threat to a governing force? Other than simply generating knowledge, do books have the capacity to bestow power, evoke transformation, or embody hope?


More Book Reviews

The Sound of Miles

First, let me preface this review by noting that I am not big on the auditory; I use my ears but think with my eyes. I read before I listen.

Meaning and mortality in kaveh akbar’s MARTYR!

This tender story unfolds with enough levity to balance out the weight of its existential themes. Akbar maintains this delicate balance well by seamlessly transitioning between witty dialogue and philosophical discussions, alongside chapters told from the perspectives of other characters.

Commentaries

On Exhibitions: Writing About Race

The moral here isn’t simply that writing about race as an author of color is good. I’d argue that it’s crucial. We risk forsaking ourselves if we avoid it.

Short Fiction

Paper and Wings Burn Brightest at Eight Fifteen 

Misao smushed the butt of her cigarette into an orange ashtray sat at the very center of a city of paper. Skyscrapers, like the ones in America, probably, of half-graded essays and sloping homes of redded-out chicken scratch mottled the grand blueprint of her rusting…

Sustenance

I didn’t know what to do so I stayed silent. He took my arm and raised it to his full lips, kissed the delicate skin there, licked it and left a trail of warmth and saliva. He opened his mouth. He bit down.

Elliot

Nearly every night for the past two weeks, Joseph Hall has had the same dream. He’s visiting a hospital room that is always a little too cold and a little too gray. He’s sitting with Elliot, laughing over something that doesn’t matter.


Personal Essays

People We Meet Once

Most of our lives are composed of small exchanges, so brief they barely register as events. I thought memory belonged to the people who stayed. To friends, lovers, classmates, names saved in contacts. But slowly, quietly, strangers began proving me wrong.

(Re)Tracing Paths

There is a whole world out there, one which is changing me every day, one which I am determined to change in return. I stand in the doorway, and I move through it.

Interviews

Visuals

Art: Of the Places We’ll Go

The following two pieces are part of a four-piece series titled Of the Places We’ll Go. Death, Then Life, Arami Matevosyan You never claimed residency on earth. Somehow the idea of mortality was never enough—you wanted to live through the fruits of the next couple…

Artwork: Wakey Wakey

I’m not much of an artist—or really, any of an artist. I can’t draw, can barely read my own handwriting, and if I paint it looks like a bird took a technicolor shit. But I like Photoshop—the files, clicking, filters: it’s technical, but meritocratic. Here,…

Artwork: Baby Birds

Oh what soft sweet merriment That carries with it such a beauteous glint In the hearts of all those who feel its wonder To cross their paths to make them ponder On the love that dwells In their souls as deep as wishing wells Upon…



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