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By MICHAEL CHANG
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Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Interviews

An interview with essayist Nina Sharma

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

By some miracle
his bike was still going bone straight.

Poetry

our resistance our resistance our resistance our resistance

Essays

With plans for a new jail in Chinatown underway, community trust in the police erodes.

Interviews

A conversation with Julie Otsuka

Poetry

one leftover lychee from last night’s mimosaing, mimosaed decadence

Essays

A young woman struggles to stay in a loving relationship while being haunted by a past abuser.

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Essays

The reissue of Amit Chaudhuri’s 1998 novel, Freedom Song, revives a forgotten path for political literature.

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?

Poetry

maybe that makes me primal. or maybe it makes me whole.

Essays

لكن المنـفى ينبت مرة أخرى كالحشائـش البرية تحت ظلال الزيتـون | Exile sprouts anew, like untamed grass beneath the shade of olive trees

Poetry

there are no more
orange groves in Jaffa.

Poetry

If you play, you wish to be innocent. If you do not, you submit to empires.

Poetry

We are willing to be buried.

Poetry

“Color” and “To a Friend I Miss”

Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Essays

The reissue of Amit Chaudhuri’s 1998 novel, Freedom Song, revives a forgotten path for political literature.

Interviews

An interview with essayist Nina Sharma

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?

Poetry

By some miracle
his bike was still going bone straight.

Poetry

maybe that makes me primal. or maybe it makes me whole.

Poetry

our resistance our resistance our resistance our resistance

Essays

لكن المنـفى ينبت مرة أخرى كالحشائـش البرية تحت ظلال الزيتـون | Exile sprouts anew, like untamed grass beneath the shade of olive trees

Essays

With plans for a new jail in Chinatown underway, community trust in the police erodes.

Poetry

there are no more
orange groves in Jaffa.

Interviews

A conversation with Julie Otsuka

Poetry

If you play, you wish to be innocent. If you do not, you submit to empires.

Poetry

one leftover lychee from last night’s mimosaing, mimosaed decadence

Poetry

We are willing to be buried.

Essays

A young woman struggles to stay in a loving relationship while being haunted by a past abuser.

Poetry

“Color” and “To a Friend I Miss”