Seeking 15-20 images of art for a flash fiction folio

Former Open City Fellow Syma Mohammed answers ten questions about her writing life

A spotlight on Deaf poet and Latina Sickle Cell Warrior Crystal Martinez

Deaf poets and interpreters in conversation

You hear the sweet melody / While I see it with my eyes.

I’m talking to her at night, / the earliest hour of her death.

The 2022 cohort of Open City fellows talks about the challenges and triumphs of a year of reporting

I feel him taking my hands in his and kissing them every time he saw me.

She had a dream the night before about catching a pig, which her father used to tell her was a prelude for great fortune.

All the koi fish in our pond died, except one.

What if I was the reasonable one and you the overthinker?

Deaf interpreters Xgamil Campos-Espinosa and Romduol Ngov in conversation

I took matters into my own hands, / Decided to be brave / I reclaimed my soul.

I know what I see / I know what I know

My mother: first in this hypothetical line, / claws already reaching out for the taste of first light.

after Basho

There were no windows opened. There were dimmed lights. There were crumbs beneath the table.

There are ghosts who haunt and ghosts who kill.

The dead decided to live upon us, demanding a second chance.

The witch listened to nothing but her water heart.