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.
Fiction
The Closet
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.
A Cow Stood In the Field
by Louise Bierig
A cow stood in the field. Amanda didn’t hesitate, but walked right over. She was paying $75 an hour to hug this cow, why hesitate? It would be her first hug in over a year.
Comprehension, If Not Closure: A Conversation with Riley Redgate
by Nathan Winer
Learning to separate your own interests away from those feelings of, “I should be more like this, I should be more like that”—that’s going to be valuable forever. And not just in writing.
I Cried Because You Told Me
by Abdulqader S. Al-Ghamdi, translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
I recall the prickly pear shrub that never failed to pierce me as I tucked my skinny body behind it, trying to hide…
