April 4, 2023
Don’t Hide the Madness
betcha it’s closed up already, can tell from way over here, no, keep moving in to see, still a chance it’s open, no, already said, been closed for a while […]
April 4, 2023
The Aspiration for “Cha-Ka-Ta-Pa”
Though nobody believes this, the Isolation Lab run by my university’s history division does not lock up students. Its only aim is aiding unbiased historical research on a given era. […]
April 4, 2023
A Field Guide to the Bear-Men of Leningrad
Winter mornings they’d be out before the sun rose. Old women with brooms, up and down every street in the city, sweeping away the snow so no one could see […]
April 4, 2023
Siphonophore
2022 Short Fiction Contest Winner Molly wanted to go to Galveston for her birthday. I balked when she told me, mystified by the thought of celebrating her sweet sixteen in […]
February 26, 2023
The Snuff Box of Mr. ——
If you read almost any pre-modern novel, you’ll often find character names, places, and profanity replaced by ellipses, em dashes, and underscores (e.g., “Mr. H…,” “the K—— bridge,” “d___n it!”). […]
February 24, 2023
We Break Apart
All day, I stand in my place at the end of the line, but I prefer the surety of nights, when I return to the snug hold inside my mother, […]
February 24, 2023
This Story of Migration Exists in Two Languages, and Why Shouldn’t It?
Before the USSR collapses, Grandmother stitches scraps into clothes, calls me lastochka. Swallows migrate. Same body belongs to two places. For twenty years now, I live on the opposite side […]
February 24, 2023
Ladybird
The day I was born, my mother didn’t know she was pregnant. It was a Tuesday in February, supposedly the most uneventful time of year in Northern Mesopotamia. As part […]
February 24, 2023
The Large Glass
The day began with the enormous print he’d recently had framed, at great and much-remarked-upon expense, crashing to the floor of their apartment, the glass shattering into daggers. It had […]
February 23, 2023
The Orphanage
It started as a conversation about a neighbor my sister and I both knew who’d asked a friend of a friend of a friend, whom this neighbor had met only […]
February 1, 2023
The Storyteller
The Kenyon Review · “The Storyteller” by Amina Kayani The circus was not popular by the time the storyteller reached adulthood, but it had come to the town once when […]
January 31, 2023
Block Party
The Kenyon Review · “Block Party” by Danny Lang-Perez A man has begun visiting our cul-de-sac on Friday nights, driving from who knows where to make some extra cash cooking […]