FEB 2022 / ISSUE 13

They, small dunes

by Yixuan Pan

They have always been glittering, since my dad was a mathematician / 在我的爸爸還是個數學家的時候，它們就是五光十色的 / Using me to…

by Amy Estes

It’s Friday at 4 p.m., and the after-work crowd begins taking seats at the bar and pushing tables together. Beers are ordered, shots are poured…

by Lorena Hernández Leonard

I remember the day I left Colombia remarkably well. It was May 5, 1989. A Friday. I was twelve years old, and I shivered in the new pleated shorts…

by Bazeed

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The name I gave my body I thought meant dream but it doesn’t it means…

by Tammy Heejae Lee

When she first came upon the listing on the SF Korean website, Hana thought it was a scam: a fully furnished master bedroom in Japantown for $750…

by Jen Pastiloff

I have nothing to show for it
my friend said of her life
like she was dying in a hospital bed somewhere…