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OUR Works
Monica Woo
Hear All Cries
By Monica L. Woo / Fiction / Born in 1964 in Patterson, New Jersey, Ryan was heir to a welder father and homemaker mother. His parents...
Ifrah Yousuf
How to introduce your Liberal Christian White Boyfriend to your Conservative Muslim Brown Mother
By Ifrah Yousuf / Nonfiction / “You have to tell your family about us.” Your jaw falls on the floor. Never thought you would ever hear...
Jillian Stacia
Grammy Tea
By Jillian Stacia / Poetry / 1996, sleepovers at my grandmother’s house. My own room, a quilted bedspread. It was there I discovered the...
Alexa Hirst
The Miniaturist
By Alexa Hirst / Fiction / It’s the people inside that make this a home, the cross-stitch on Ava’s wall says. The pink thread words loop...
Richard Collins
Spitting Images
By Richard Collins / Poetry / But I am not a Buddhist—even that is denied me. My spirit needs matter—a medium—which resists the peaceful...
Jack Cooper
I Was a Child When...
By Jack Cooper / Nonfiction / …I learned that there was something shameful about loving boys, especially since I was a boy. I didn’t...
Mara Adamitz Scrupe
chuval
By Mara Adamitz Scrupe / Poetry / "On Wednesday, a Palestinian friend sent me a note of consolation. She ended it with the words 'only...
Christie Cochrell
Provenance
By Christie Cochrell / Fiction / The sound of angry voices rose up from the road below on Monday morning, Juliana's farmhouse under...
Jonathan Fletcher
He called you his muse
By Jonathan Fletcher / Poetry / it wasn’t poetic he was older it wasn’t right he was married words were misused he was our teacher we...
Sullivan Summer
John James
By Sullivan Summer / Nonfiction / When I was 12 Aqua Net was everything. I thought maybe it would be cool but maybe retro but still cool...
Paula Brancato
Tati
By Paula Brancato / Fiction / Halloween. 10 pm. Tati shows up at my apartment after her frantic call. I didn’t want to call her back,...
Leah Umansky
The Hours
By Leah Umansky / Poetry / In Only Murders in the Building, one character says to another, what would your last day on Earth be like? and...
Kai-Lilly Karpman
A Girl from my Hometown
By Kai-Lilly Karpman / Poetry / Slept with every boy that I could name, including all my boyfriends. Her name became a punchline in the...
Jeanne Althouse
Death by Fire
By Jeanne Althouse / Fiction / It was the farthest north they had ever been. That this would be their last expedition never crossed...
José F. Ureña Martínez
White Ceiling
By José F. Ureña Martínez / Fiction / Raúl scanned his room. The carpet was vacuumed. Both beds were made—his and Diego’s. Clothes and...
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