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January 27, 2022
Those Who Know | Exterminate All the Brutes and the Limits of Rewriting the Narrative
Nick Martin
An Indigenous woman steps onto a white beach. Several others follow her carefully, winding their way through nearby palm trees and squinting out over warm Atlantic waters. Coming across the horizon is a single rowboat, white hands pulling the oars. The flag adorning the caravel that looms beyond the smaller boat indicates that they are Spaniards. When they reach the shore, a priest blesses the land, claiming it for the...
January 31, 2022
Dot Dot Dot Dot Dot | Against the Contemporary American Essay
Jackson Arn
What the face mask is to American society, the essay is to American literature: deceptively slight, heroically versatile, centuries old but lately a subject of great interest — not because it’s doing anything new, but because everything else is falling apart. The essay, James Wood wrote in The New Yorker, “has for some time now been gaining energy as an escape from, or rival to, the perceived conservatism of much...
January 31, 2022
Joke’s on Them | The Democratic Party Meets Rural America
Nick Bowlin
One evening a few summers ago, I walked from my house to the county fairgrounds. It was a long July day, and the sun still hung above the hills that surround the small western Colorado town where I live. People packed the bleachers of an outdoor arena to watch a rodeo. Shortly before the bullriding began, a rodeo clown strolled to the center of the dirt field and began his...
January 31, 2022
A Little Spectrum-y | What the Autism Diagnosis Says About You
Emer Lucey
Online, someone is wondering if Will Smith is on the spectrum. Jennifer Lawrence? Low-key autistic. So is Matthew McConaughey, though he may be a savant. Thomas Pynchon seems to know a lot about town planning: distinctly spectrum-y. Anna Wintour’s limited diet, love of indoor sunglasses, and exacting standards have Asperger’s vibes. Other things that have been declared autistic-adjacent on Twitter: having an Aquarius moon, dudes in high school who shout...
January 31, 2022
Nothing Like the Sun | Poetry
Daniel Poppick
This is a sonnet about clarity. Some poets say clarity consists of An image they see. Scarlet tanager Rioting on the little branch. Some say It’s what they think. Fuck the fucking police. Others still say it’s a sound. Ding. Drop drip. Who cooks for you. Others want to capture Reality’s fleet disorder, proxy For whatever they believe that to be. I’ll love you forever. Our time is up. I...
January 31, 2022
bye | Poetry
Charles Rybak
we eke the temp we feed the temp we peel ethyl & methyl & thyml & phytyl & heptyl & hexyl we eke the temp we heeze the ppm we bp we exx mc we bhp ltd elegy the elk elegy the ewe the teetee ...
January 24, 2022
The Complete | Fiction
Gabriel Smith
It was the no-summer summer. Nobody had to work so we ate and drank in the streets. We shared stories and videos of mob violence, food shortages, burning buildings, black men beaten or shot to death. The climate changed in faraway places. The Americans ended the endless war. A sleepwalking woman attempted her former commute and stepped in front of a high-speed train. At the Empty Olympics in Tokyo, athletes...
January 31, 2022
If Only Someone Would Get Aquinas in Here | Fiction
Missouri Williams
The schoolmaster leaned over, a puff of black robes, and read to them from the dusty book on the desk in front of him. Today the world was weaker: a milky sun hung in the sky and wanted nothing to do with the earth. What seeped through the cracked glass of the window behind him was a thin, soupy light that washed the schoolroom a bleached yellow, and this meant...
January 31, 2022
A History of Pigs in America | Fiction
Hannah Kauders
Again, a naked woman in the living room. This one is pantless, diminutive, with a lavender bob cut just below the ears. I know she sees me because she scurries from the bathroom across the hall into Jorge’s room, pulling the open sides of his hoodie around her. I never felt weird about meeting Jorge’s conquests when Rafael was here. It seemed natural to bear accidental witness to our roommate’s...
January 31, 2022
Untranslatability | Fiction
James Yeh
1. It’s an old story. Two people together, simple, straightforward. She’s a translator; he is, I am sorry to say, a writer. Emily’s more successful, Charles more embittered. He hadn’t meant to end up like this — who does? But that’s life sometimes. Let’s say they’re in their early thirties, have been together a while, weathered the storms to emerge more or less intact, stronger even, when Emily receives a...
