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A Funeral Within My Soul

Think of how I dodged death before,/ but death is a persistent player/ never losing in hide-and-seek.

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Haya Abu Nasser

April 16, 2024

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On Ending Our Unofficial Hiatus, & Affirming Our Humanity

Today, we resume Flash Fridays after a nearly four month hiatus. We reject our previous shame, and affirm our humanity as witnesses.

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April 5, 2024

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No ESmoking

My tías, a heavy, wet cloud around her, sobbing but holding abuela up. The dust of the road to the cemetery kicks up around their ankles.

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April 5, 2024

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AFTER WE WATCH ROAD FOOD I CONSIDER PLACE

There are so many lives I have not let myself live, restless, paradoxical, tripping instead into the imaginations of others.

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March 22, 2024

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There Are Women and There Are Djinn

My great-grandfather was a scholar who taught the Quran to djinn, never accepting payment, so as not to bind himself to them.

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December 15, 2023

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When I Am 19, a Woman I’ve Called about a Job Starts Telling Me about Her White Trash Neighbors

Momma explained how in other lives there are other kinds of nuisances, which is the difference between my mother and me: She did not want...

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December 1, 2023

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Elena Dudum on Witnessing Palestine

Israeli soldiers are rarely held accountable for their crimes. I stare at the photo of the young girl. Her name was Sadil.

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November 22, 2023

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“Freedom from Relevancy”: Walter Ancarrow interviewed by Samantha Neugebauer

Etymologies, Ancarrow's first collection of poetry, is a sort of reference work. It reminds me of David Bowie's comment...

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Samantha Neugebauer

November 15, 2023

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Some Girls Become Fixtures, Some Just Get Fixed

I remember, je me rappelle, how the maintenance man crouched and dealt with my clogged apartment arteries, pulling out strands of my hair...

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Angelica Whitehorne

November 3, 2023

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On Beauty and Surveillance: A Review of Concentrate by Courtney Faye Taylor

When Courtney Faye Taylor begins her stunning debut collection, Concentrate—sat between her aunties thighs, getting her hair pressed—I am...

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Brittany Rogers

October 30, 2023