I am lying flat on the ground in a quiet living room in a quiet home in the kind of quiet suburb everyone’s at least driven through, if not lived in. I am breathing deeply, from my diaphragm, like the VHS instructed.
Fiction
Out of Body
Mr. Z by Grzegorz Wróblewski
Translated from the Polish by Peter Burzyński
Mr. Z opened the door to a preacher of the One Truth: the man in a hat looked around the room.
Sex, Youth and Power in Julia May Jonas’ Vladimir
by Megan Jones
Vladimir by Julia May Jonas is a novel with, as is increasingly prevalent in modern literary fiction, an “unlikable female narrator.” But her unlikability stems from her refusal to sugarcoat the realities of aging and its attendant loss of power.
The Closet
by Julia Halprin Jackson
There were two beds in Little’s room. Put back to back they were as long as his father was tall. The walls were covered in a light floral print.
Wichita
by Nadia Villafuerte, translated from the Spanish
by Pennell Somsen
A family is an accident. I know because I live far from mine and sometimes I catch myself repeating their patterns from miles away, at other times they’re a band of strangers, like I would encounter at a bus stop, if we rub elbows.
We Are History: Ardor and Visibility in Robin Gow’s A Million Quiet Revolutions
by Katherine Fallon
Written in verse, A Million Quiet Revolutions queers both the novel and young adult genre by using altered form and subversive subject matter to break expected literary boundaries.
How We Were Born
by Lucy Zhang
During Lantern Festival, I compete against Brother to see who will fill up with tangyuan first.
Queer Fiction Writers:
Lydia Conklin Interviewed by Raki Kopernik
In this delightful collection of prize-winning stories, queer, gender-nonconforming, and trans characters struggle to find love and forgiveness, despite their sometimes comic, sometimes tragic mistakes. With insight and compassion, debut author Conklin reveals both the dark and lovable sides of their characters, resulting in stories that make you laugh and wince, sometimes at the same time.
Parts I Know
by Tisha Marie Reichle-Aguilera
I can see his whole face. He strolls toward me, grin wide, eyes shaded by blue Bruin cap.
No Story
by Himan Heidari
“Once, there was a little girl” no, not a girl, let’s make it a boy this time and wait, this is not a good way to start a story at all.
