The Orchid
The nurses exclaimed and laughed, saying they had never seen such a beautiful baby. And I felt she was not wholly mine, that I would not have the right… More
Professional Ethics and the Denial of Armenian Genocide
This article examines Turkish efforts to deny the Armenian Genocide of 1915–17, explores why intellectuals might engage in the denial of known genocides, and reflects on the relationship between… More
What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
I’d like to be a professional footballer, in the Premiership. Not for the money, it should be said, even if that kind of money seems more and more like… More
Three Poems by Sean Dalpiaz
We / blown away, like sawdust / into an enlightened enlistment of love, / a love needless of reason, / transcending / race & personality & education. More
Two Poems by Rashidah Ismaili
The dead sleep nude. / Centuries have robbed coats. / Dresses have been discarded / for non-essential yardage. / Here and there a hand reaches More
Battles, Recollections, Etc.
And a woman who finds herself in the eye of the storm—what does she do? Forced to decide between complicity and armed opposition, between slavery and life, what does… More
The Middle of Things: Advice for Young Writers
I don’t know what you may presume impossible, but I can say that some of it will turn out otherwise. More
Trance Notebook #15
fell into a reverie about / asking the interviewer / to pose nude for me or / somehow making it / clear that he could / invite himself to… More
Why I Killed My Best Friend
How could the world have changed so much in just two weeks? Does salt really not get worms? I get off at the next stop, on the verge of… More