An Alien’s Perspective by Susie Gharib

What’s behind this preoccupation with UFOs, this anticipation of ferocious foes? Aren’t the contorted, alien forms with ugly horns a reflection of your own distorted souls? You project your own mania for wars your abductions of slaves, infants and thrones, your inhuman experiments on animals and clones on extraterrestrial norms. What if our eyes are radiant beams that covet not, nor evil breathe. What if … Continue reading An Alien’s Perspective by Susie Gharib

The Sadness of Past Romance As Delineated by the Depiction of Age in Less

While, of course, there is a bittersweetness to all novels centered on aging, perhaps no other in recent memory gets it so right regarding both the cruel and just nature of time. That novel in question being Andrew Sean Greer’s Less, which miraculously won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2018 in the face of it being a “humorous” work. And, as we all know, … Continue reading The Sadness of Past Romance As Delineated by the Depiction of Age in Less

Black History Month for White People by Giovanna Pompele

Observe all the times you go, But surely Take notice of It was a different time Which draws a bead on It could have been me I could have done that Which frog marches to (Incongruously/invariably) Therefore It wasn’t innocent. It never was. None of it ever was. Not by a far cry. Apologize, apologize, apologize.   Continue reading Black History Month for White People by Giovanna Pompele

Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais… by Agathe Bourgeois

Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais tu viendras pas pleurer plus tard ok? Parce que je t’aurais prévenu Je t’aurais prévenu que je suis insupportable, Que quand je souris je veux faire sourire tout le monde Mais quand je suis pas bien c’est comme un nuage de pluie constamment au-dessus de ma tête Et moi je veux pas t’éclabousser avec ma mauvaise humeur et ma … Continue reading Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais… by Agathe Bourgeois

GOD INDIA by Sarah Helena

Oh, God India with your 4am japa mala parties, raving to mantras at sunrise as Surya embraces the temples’ rooftops each morning. With your saffron robes and American swamis and Russian devotees and sweet milk prasad. With your every street corner turning into a very public toilet. And your children touching me and crying for money when no “Hare Krishna” will satisfy their needs. What … Continue reading GOD INDIA by Sarah Helena