New Work by Former Guest Editors
Jane Hirshfield, Ledger, Knopf (March 2020). Alice Hoffman, Magic Lessons, Simon & Schuster (October 2020).
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Book Recommendations from Our Former Guest Editors
Rosellen Brown recommends Everywhere You Don’t Belong, a novel by Gabriel Bump (Algonquin, February 2020). “The immensely talented Bump’s first book is an odd and original portrait of, and by, a Black kid from the South Side of Chicago who’s a fierce reporter of the affection and the disaffection that roil his community. There’s violence…
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Introduction
This is a letter from the past to the future. All writing is, of course. In our moment in time, we put words on paper and hope that later someone will read them and recognize the people and the feelings we’re describing. No matter how many miles or years separate us from our readers, if…
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RecomMEN
A good man can be hard to find—but here at RecomMEN, we’ve already found them for you! Our patented algorithm sources profiles from all the most popular dating apps and pairs them with 100 percent honest reviews from vetted community members who have actually met them in person. Tired of getting bait-and-switched? Tired of swiping…
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Code W
Chuntao wanted to love her job, but the Visitors kept dying. The first was a bright-eyed, ambitious computer scientist, freshly inspired from watching rock-climbing “RockStars” on YouTube. He fell from Mount Siyeh at a height of three hundred feet. White male, Chuntao recorded in the official logbook, the letters ragged from her shaking hand. Age…
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Gas Stations of New Mexico
You proposed with a mood ring because you knew I didn’t like diamonds. The sun wasn’t up yet. I still had my mouthguard in. My hair was in a ponytail. My mom had just died from an overdose. We were staying at an adobe motel in northern New Mexico. Out the window, you could see…
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The Drought That Drowned Us
Deborah Azmera drowned in the drought. Deborah Azmera’s brothers, sisters, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, friends, and neighbors—a village of fifteen huts clustered along the receding border of the Rift Valley—drowned with her in the drought. The village used to call itself the mushrooming branch, for the handful of circular huts that lined the…
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Doers of the Word
I saw my mother raise a man from the dead. “It still didn’t help him much, my love,” she told me. But I saw her do it all the same. That’s how I knew she was magic. The time I saw Mama raise a man from the dead, it was close to dusk. Mama and…
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Why Didn’t You Tell Me?
That whole winter of 1983, I was stuck inside my mother’s ground floor, three-bedroom apartment on Marlborough Street. I called it house arrest; she preferred the term safe haven. No detail of my recovery was too large or small to escape her steely surveillance. She monitored my morning walking regimen up and down the patterned…