By Melissa Ferrer Civil / Nonfiction / “We talk about the black problem. It might be interesting to see what would happen to the page if one decided to discuss the white problem.“ – James Baldwin in conversation with John Callaway on “Chicago Tonight,” 1985 Dear Whiteness , This morning I was dancing with my white roommate in the kitchen. He was showing me one of his favorite songs. In it, the white men are screaming that the revolution has died. And I said somethin

By Mary Angelino / Poetry / Opening shot: the ingénue notices how they appreciate beauty— the high-backed chair at the office, leather...

By Jeddie Sophronius / Poetry / My mother delivered me to this land, her ancestral tears washed me clean after my first cry. I am the son...

By Martin Penman / Fiction / Nielson suspects that his client is a hybrid in the early stages of his development, but he’s not about to...

By Tristan Joseph Espinoza / Poetry / Dallas is boring these days, the endless suburban outlook, that stuck look on her face, I just keep...

By Chris Barton / Poetry / On Rockaway Beach, they eat blood orange cake and suffer fashionably. How much sleep to devour one murked...

By Gale Huxley / Fiction / Elaine was found in the city woods, where a few too many walked. Her eyes had been half-digested in a...

By Anon Baisch / Poetry / Burnt patterns crevice their thin shadows overnight :: the witness is consumed in the edge of darkness and we...

By Christie Cochrell / Fiction / They never would find out what happened to the lady on the train. They’d been about to read the book on...

By Jaime Levy Pessin / Fiction / In the weeks before Rosh Hashanah, the news that Seth Moskowitz would be blowing the shofar at our...

By Lee Price / Nonfiction / My first great performance was also my first audition. I was twelve years old and rife with devastation. The...

By Veronica Wasson / Fiction / I was born for something else. Or so I thought. Open the heart. I waited on the platform. The yellow...