Looking is not enough. You must run this beauty between finger and thumb.

By Roohi Choudhry
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Fiction

As I inhaled the sharpness I thought about how much I loved her, and I thought about all the things I would do to prove it.

Poetry

Put it to the dirt: / lullabies, hair, memories, / nails, superstition.

Interviews

The author of the graphic novel The Waiting on family separation and the Korean War

Interviews

“One day, very soon, this silence is going to be so deadly and people will not be able to carry its weight anymore.”

Fiction

Wei forgot that he’d given up these aspirations, but he knew they were still possible for her.

Essays

The world forgets us. The world does not see us. The world turns its back on us, Afghans.

Essays

With our existence contested, denied, stricken from history, it is no wonder it takes the evidence of other lives to confirm the solidity of our bodies under our fingers’ touch.

Poetry

There is no rush to continue / existing but I miss you / like an early page.

Fiction

“It’s started. It’s changing me. It’s happening. Now.”

Interviews

Making art during a pandemic also clarifies your work, in the way that uncertainty strips away the unnecessary so you can focus on the essential.

Interviews

“Show up and that’s enough, and you can leave all this neurosis behind.”

Poetry

But the question brushes off his shoulders and I realize /
he’s not going to forgive me

Essays

How we remember, teach, learn from, and historicize the reverberations from September 11

Marginalia

Tomie Arai’s “The Shape of Me”

Poetry

Her ambient expression / in strangled lace.

Essays

I write this to fill you with love, so that one day children of war will no longer have to make sense of life through death.

Essays

A visual counter-memory from the Alliance of South Asians Taking Action

Poetry

On a dewing street I stood bare and pinned by desire.

Fiction

As I inhaled the sharpness I thought about how much I loved her, and I thought about all the things I would do to prove it.

Interviews

Making art during a pandemic also clarifies your work, in the way that uncertainty strips away the unnecessary so you can focus on the essential.

Poetry

Put it to the dirt: / lullabies, hair, memories, / nails, superstition.

Interviews

“Show up and that’s enough, and you can leave all this neurosis behind.”

Interviews

The author of the graphic novel The Waiting on family separation and the Korean War

Poetry

But the question brushes off his shoulders and I realize /
he’s not going to forgive me

Interviews

“One day, very soon, this silence is going to be so deadly and people will not be able to carry its weight anymore.”

Essays

How we remember, teach, learn from, and historicize the reverberations from September 11

Fiction

Wei forgot that he’d given up these aspirations, but he knew they were still possible for her.

Marginalia

Tomie Arai’s “The Shape of Me”

Essays

The world forgets us. The world does not see us. The world turns its back on us, Afghans.

Poetry

Her ambient expression / in strangled lace.

Essays

With our existence contested, denied, stricken from history, it is no wonder it takes the evidence of other lives to confirm the solidity of our bodies under our fingers’ touch.

Essays

I write this to fill you with love, so that one day children of war will no longer have to make sense of life through death.

Poetry

There is no rush to continue / existing but I miss you / like an early page.

Essays

A visual counter-memory from the Alliance of South Asians Taking Action

Fiction

“It’s started. It’s changing me. It’s happening. Now.”

Poetry

On a dewing street I stood bare and pinned by desire.