by Lina Khodor Azzah Sultan He’s President. The leader of the “free” world. But it was 2016 This shouldn’t be happening Not in 2016, they say. The left is shocked. I call Mama after the Florida votes are in. But it’s 2016. This shouldn’t be happening Not in 2016, I say again. She tells me …
by Brigid Flanagan Right in my face, a great breathing threat to my personal space: my father. He’s the antithesis of fatherly love. With his angry face, scrunched up nose, and teeth flashing, he blasts word after word. I stand like a deer in headlights, thinking, “Oh god he’s gonna hit me. Any second now. …
by Arlinda Fasliu It’s never your fault. It’s not. Even when he says “I think we didn’t work out because you’re too happy” Maybe it was the way that he called you baby Maybe it was the twist of his wrist when you slid his hand down your body Maybe when you said no And …
by Jim Baker I shoulder open the door of Rosemont Middle School’s boys’ locker room for the first time in seventeen years. It swings inward with an oxidizing metal-on-metal screech. By now someone has probably replaced the ancient hinges that used to make that noise, but that sound is indelibly etched in my memory. I …