
You Too Can Have a Pass Rate Like Mine by Swati Sudarsan
Year after year, the kids come to me just as dense as the ones before. They shuffle into their seats, avoiding the desk obscured by […]
Year after year, the kids come to me just as dense as the ones before. They shuffle into their seats, avoiding the desk obscured by […]
There is a woman made of yarn and all day she sits and knits. She has already knitted herself and her home and her daughter […]
People will think this a suicide. I know it for what it really is: an assimilation of the infinite. You’re the only reason I signed […]
I walk home alone at night, and I am told that this is a poor decision. I admit that this is true. It is indeed […]
In the beginning, God, black and beardless, wrote a poem and titled it I. This is how to know that God loves pronouns, that of […]
Jesus arrived. The Lord had come to party. He propped his cross against the coatrack and brushed the snow from his shoulders. I was raised […]
I wish I could tell you, our theory about her is true. She’s still driving around town in that old orange pickup, taking the things […]
The old city district is infested with decommissioned angels. They scutter about on row home walls, a mass of eyes and teeth in search of […]
Geese Geese invade our homes. They hiss, beat their wings, and shit on everything until we’re driven out into the night. We huddle at the […]
The photograph is the last item left in the shack. It hangs from a curved nail in the wall. There were many other nails, but […]
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