A comic with three different endings

By Christina Tran
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Poetry

Of my heart, / my eyes. I stole your bifocals and we crashed into /
the kitchen table and all you could see was sunlight.

In reflecting on solidarity, we often are left with more questions than answers—an open call for work

Reportage

Bangladeshi app-based delivery workers must turn to each other for safety in NYC

Essays

When the dead depart, it’s the living who are left behind, fractured beyond recognition

Poetry

Together we are the best pretenders.

Essays

An exploration of forms—confession, manifesto, and anthology

Poetry

say desire, say cinder, say Pulau Pinang, my home

Reportage

Caste and religion intersect at a Woodside gurdwara

Poetry

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

Essays

What Totaram Sanadhya’s short story tells us about the space for solidarity

Fiction

Someone up there in charge of making the sky beautiful.

Poetry

An erasure of the Punjab Protection of Women against Violence Act 2016

Fiction

Kulu cranks her jaws wide open upon seeing us

Interviews

Former Open City fellow Anelise Chen answers twelve questions about her writing life

Fiction

Their beautiful skin is the color of perfection, the shade of impeccably cooked lechón.

Poetry

Only thought the smell of jasmine tasted like smoke.

Fiction

Maybe you should’ve said something sooner, Robert.

Poetry

I have done it again, crossing / outside the frame into / some brave, new world

Poetry

Of my heart, / my eyes. I stole your bifocals and we crashed into /
the kitchen table and all you could see was sunlight.

Fiction

Someone up there in charge of making the sky beautiful.

In reflecting on solidarity, we often are left with more questions than answers—an open call for work

Poetry

An erasure of the Punjab Protection of Women against Violence Act 2016

Reportage

Bangladeshi app-based delivery workers must turn to each other for safety in NYC

Fiction

Kulu cranks her jaws wide open upon seeing us

Essays

When the dead depart, it’s the living who are left behind, fractured beyond recognition

Poetry

Together we are the best pretenders.

Essays

An exploration of forms—confession, manifesto, and anthology

Interviews

Former Open City fellow Anelise Chen answers twelve questions about her writing life

Poetry

say desire, say cinder, say Pulau Pinang, my home

Fiction

Their beautiful skin is the color of perfection, the shade of impeccably cooked lechón.

Reportage

Caste and religion intersect at a Woodside gurdwara

Poetry

Only thought the smell of jasmine tasted like smoke.

Poetry

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

Fiction

Maybe you should’ve said something sooner, Robert.

Essays

What Totaram Sanadhya’s short story tells us about the space for solidarity

Poetry

I have done it again, crossing / outside the frame into / some brave, new world