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Latest Writing

Rose Macaulay’s poem “The Shadow” explores the experience of civilian uncertainty, trauma, and helplessness during World War I aerial bombings, focalizing the interiority of civilians. Impressionist techniques of onomatopoeia and sparse diction elucidate trauma’s impact on civilians, marking their distress as inarticulable. The anticipatory dread of...

Diasporic identity is scarcely singular, yet Gianna Patriarca’s poetry collection Italian Women and Other Tragedies and Souvankham Thammavongsa’s short story collection How to Pronounce Knife share particularly striking similarities in their portrayals of diasporic mothers and daughters. The domestic space of home shapes the shared...

It's not so much the full bottles  As it is the empty glass.  A broken promise  Stale and sticky on the crooked coffee table.  I’ll never drink whiskey again.    It’s not so much the noxious assault in the doorway  As it is the broken flag on the mailbox.   Even when empty,  I pushed...

an apple is the doorstop. in lieu of a working lock it is an invitation, a trail of pawprints from stoop to kitchen to hallway and back again   does it count as smoking inside? if we pour our lungs to the front porch and the smoke trails slither between the chipped green paint, green skin to...

When water melts would it smell like wax   Unlikely: Butter. The oil that won’t come off   I do not see the birds, only their feet, and even then, only the ones missing talons   I’ve been pulling my hair out since I was little, letting it fall from my...