by Ostap Slyvynsky; translated by Taras Malkovych Here is a selection of short stories — anecdotes more like, or memories — recorded by Ostap Slyvynsky, a Ukrainian poet, essayist, translator and lecturer at the University of Lviv. Taras Malkovych translated them into English…

by Chase La Rosa THE TEAM Nav had a first name, John, but no one would ever call him that. Eng could be Eng, and you could maybe sneak in a Gary over beers. Weps could be Weps or Weps…

by Bianca Crivellini Eger (EXPLICIT) 73 Wilshire Street, 11.00pm, she said, and hung up. It was only a five-minute walk from my apartment. The first time I had worn my dom outfit, my new skin, was a year before that…

(for Odie, who went for us, and William, who inspired me to tell of it) by Richard O’Quinn Things were already underway by the time I arrived. Word had made it back of the explosion, injuries, and deaths and the…

by Ostap Slyvynsky; translated by Taras Malkovych FISH, Halyna, Mariupol I have never taken anything that was not mine. And then this man in uniform passes by saying, “They’ve just opened a grocery store. Take something for yourself.” So I did. All…

by Virginia Leavell The roof of my parents’ barn was incredibly high. To me as a small child, maybe seven years old, it was as tall as the white rafters of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church where we were forced to…

by Wisam Salsaa, Manager of the Walled Off Hotel, Bethlehem Growing up and living under military occupation is not something you ever get used to. I wake up each day wondering if there is water in the tap so I…

(Somewhat Practical Advice from a Very Impractical Source) by Trish Ruebottom What you have here is not your typical apocalypse survival guide. Typical apocalypse survival guides promise to teach you to “grasp the essentials of wilderness survival… strategies to protect…

by Mark de Rond A yellow sky pressed on a crowd gathered in Munsterplatz to watch matters being put to rest. A bibarhund wandered the perimeter in search of scraps. It stopped to sniff the hand of a prisoner boy.…

A rap by Madeline Toubiana I’m a little woman you sayWorthless in every which way Mentally ill, deranged, lacking a spinemy blood is a weakness ruining your line. I fail as Jew, as a mother, as a wifeMy paycheque too…

by Joanna Latimer I report on an incident in which a companion species in a rural site in Crete creates a threshold through which I was not meant to pass, a threshold which comes into collision with the passage created…

 by Loïc Wacquant A dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, African American with searching eyes and a slight stutter, Jake “the Snake” Torrance resides in a depressed neighborhood of the depressed industrial town of East Chicago, Indiana. He rents an unfinished basement in the house…

A Spoken Word by Daniel Armanios “Write your member of Congress”, “Write your mayor”, “Write your state representative” Police in five countries have racially profiled me, even during my Honeymoon I am just glad when I was, it ended with…

by Megan Manley The lake is calm this evening. Sweet corn on the barbeque and cheeseburgers are the centrepiece of our patio table. It’s cool here at the cottage, a sign we will soon return to the city for our…

by Nicole Helwig (The excerpts that follow are taken from a PLAY written as part of an autoethnographic process. The end result was my doctoral thesis entitled From Ballet Studio to Business School: Dancing in the Social Enterprise In-Betweens.) DRAMATIS PERSONAE…

by Madeline Toubiana Fingernails jagged, tanned and thick Aged, well worn like rough leather Spotted with white, from cortisol’s touch His hands, they swallow me up Those hands, they kept me held me tight In their comfort, everything was safe…

by Innan Sasaki The first wild rose of the summer has bloomed. It is early May. The wild pink roses are resilient if fragile, modest but charming and, like the people here, tough. I arrive early in the morning. The…

by Randall Collins Most famous of all the Emperors of China was Ying Cheng, King of the state of Ch’in, who united the Warring States and took the title Ch’in Shih-Huang-ti, the First Emperor.  The thousands of life-sized terracotta warriors…

by Henry Mintzberg “I hope your visit to the refugee camp is not too depressing.” This was just an innocent comment in a message that arrived on my final day. Yet that last word leaped off the page, indeed coalesced my…

by Neil Stott Not many people know that. With the ten-yard stare of an academic who had delivered the same material to an MBA class since 1922 he yelled; “hamsters to the Southwest, thousands of em!” Some people just want…