..Tre writes about… about the ways his families and communities have created joy despite everything in America that works to tamp that joy down.”
REVIEW: Black Genius: Essays on an American Legacy by Tre Johnson
Bodies by Peter Cohen
They said it wasn’t bodies. The adults. The teachers. The ones who were supposed to know.
Wild Horses by Derek Maiolo
At sixteen, I stand before the mirror in my room, door locked, practicing.
Portsmouth Street by Deanna Benjamin
For years, I would tell my friends …. how my mother prayed,
Death and Barbers by William F. Schulz
Paul Milligan was buried at the very hour he was supposed to be cutting my hair.
FL-110 by Ross Flournoy
The room is stuffy — almost suffocating. It’s a few degrees too warm and there’s nary a window in sight….
Processing by Sarah Barbo Nielsen
“I hope we aren’t late. We can’t be late.”
Night Sonata by Miriam Mandel Levi
I’d never told my mother that I love her, and she’d never told me.
House Music by Betsy Boyd
“Ay, Edward will use women…honorably!” proclaims my 88-year-old dad…
To the Little Girl Crying in the Snow at the Corner of Cascade and West 24th Street by Clayton Bradshaw-Mittal
My dog is pulling too hard on his leash, and I’m half-walking, half-slipping….
