By William Todd Schultz, Illustrations by Cat Spilman
On the New Science of Narcissism
By Leah Naomi Green
My daughter learns I’m there / even when I am not. I name this trust
By Roger Reeves
A is for almost, arriving, my father’s death. / B is for bear, which he does and does not do. / C is for care and critics and leaving them to their caskets.
By Sally Wen Mao
Some days, I sail on an empty boat to a country I don’t know. / With my navy-blue passport, I can go anywhere.
By Erin Kate Ryan, Illustrations by Dani Choi
The girl was on fire already when she walked into the town square and still she burned for nine more days.
By Ama Codjoe
Three nudes crudely drawn. One crouching,
back turned, right hand feeding the turtle
of the painting’s title; another sitting, as if in a chair,
head bowed, eyes downcast; and a central
By Dave Lucas
Forgive me, I have smuggled them awayfrom my father’s house to this sodden pitchin the middle of my life, their names asleep under my tongue. I have walked
I cannot remember the last meal I shared with my father.Only those long last nights slipping him what ice chipshe could still stomach and then swabbing his chapped lipswith a wetted pink sponge.
By Langston Cotman, Illustrations by Chad Wys
Standing in the lobby of the state-of-the-art LEED-certified Sidwell Friends Upper School, staring at a giant tile mosaic of the word stewardship, Curtis Apple was ready for some bullshit.
By A. Igoni Barrett, Illustrations by Aya Kakeda
He lost his religion in church. Twelve years old and Nimi knew there was no God. His mother had left them by then, just like his father, though she had left for a better reason.