Maybe you should’ve said something sooner, Robert.

By Kayla Chang
Essays    Reportage    Marginalia    Interviews    Poetry    Fiction    Videos    Everything   
Poetry

“Silence” and “Contending with ‘You’ After You Are Gone”

Poetry

After Rebecca Lindenberg

Essays

I look into the history; I circumnavigate—

Essays

I know of nothing stronger than the laughter of these women.

Poetry

There is a waxing // for every waning.

Fiction

Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.

Poetry

I speak with the weight of / hours left on this side of the pacific

Fiction

Because the summer feels more hellfire than hellfire.

Poetry

“Anthill,” “Jericho,” and “Tofino”

Marginalia

These writers elegize and scrutinize the liminal spaces between taste, smell, and image, between individual truth and collective meaning-making

Essays

I needed the concoctions F poured to quiet the things that grated and grew wilder each year—the confusion of being part white in an Arab country, part Arab in an expat world.

Essays

I was struck by the world I tasted—woods, Baja California granite, the winter of the grapes’ growth.

Poetry

Locheequat, fruit of the non-doing.

Poetry

I am only the height and width of a girl. 

Poetry

Translated from Hanja (Old Korean) to Hangul (modern Korean) and then English

Marginalia

Su Yu-Xin’s paintings and mixed media pieces

Essays

A notebook on alchemy, memory, and sensation

Interviews

Former Open City fellow huiying b. chan answers ten questions, plus one open-ended one, about his writing life

Poetry

“Silence” and “Contending with ‘You’ After You Are Gone”

Poetry

“Anthill,” “Jericho,” and “Tofino”

Poetry

After Rebecca Lindenberg

Marginalia

These writers elegize and scrutinize the liminal spaces between taste, smell, and image, between individual truth and collective meaning-making

Essays

I look into the history; I circumnavigate—

Essays

I needed the concoctions F poured to quiet the things that grated and grew wilder each year—the confusion of being part white in an Arab country, part Arab in an expat world.

Essays

I know of nothing stronger than the laughter of these women.

Essays

I was struck by the world I tasted—woods, Baja California granite, the winter of the grapes’ growth.

Poetry

There is a waxing // for every waning.

Poetry

Locheequat, fruit of the non-doing.

Fiction

Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.

Poetry

I am only the height and width of a girl. 

Poetry

I speak with the weight of / hours left on this side of the pacific

Poetry

Translated from Hanja (Old Korean) to Hangul (modern Korean) and then English

Marginalia

Su Yu-Xin’s paintings and mixed media pieces

Essays

A notebook on alchemy, memory, and sensation

Fiction

Because the summer feels more hellfire than hellfire.

Interviews

Former Open City fellow huiying b. chan answers ten questions, plus one open-ended one, about his writing life