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Volcanic Vigils
My father went whole and alone before / I carried the parts of my mother
By
Rasha Abdulhadi
December 5, 2024
Features
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Queer Visions: Capturing Life and Identity in Palestine
I don’t seek safety from police or other state authorities as a queer Palestinian man. Instead, I negotiate my existence in my own community
By
Izat El Amoor
October 10, 2024
Fiction
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Good Mourning Palestine
Gooood Mourning Pa-les-tiiiiiiiiiine! Hey, this is not a test, this is rocks and stones. Time to rock it from Masaffer Yata to Jerusalem.
By
Samah Serour Fadil
September 10, 2024
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Apogee Issue 19 Out Now
We offer this issue as a site of gathering, a site of connection.
By
Apogee Editors
July 18, 2024
Flash
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Hopscotch
There amongst weeds and wildflowers grown higher than my head–there, hidden from plain sight in this vacant lot...
By
Veronica Wasson
July 5, 2024
Flash
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Flesh
And this pretty-ass basilisk pulls up, talm bout “you so fine,” which duh I know, I got a man that tell me that every day?
By
Olivia J. Williams
June 14, 2024
Flash
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Observation of Other Suspected Mental Condition
She tells me again about her warehouse in China, about the dolls she met there, until we hear my mother whisper...
By
Carrie Purcell Kahler
May 24, 2024
Flash
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On Karia
He says to me, maybe we don’t know the books, but around here we know things, too, things you don’t. His wife: We do.
By
Ahu Aydin
May 10, 2024
Poetry
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ekphrastic under a bombed-out sky
I can’t abide happy art, not when the air hanging over my people is smoke-dusted, bomb-clouded, gray with phosphorus & miasmic with rot.
By
Mandy Shunnarah
April 30, 2024
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The Shore
I knew...that if I entered the water, braved the waves’ momentary rush, all would quiet, and I would descend, slowly, away...
By
Matthew Torralba Andrews
April 26, 2024
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