A Brief History of The Offing

I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.



Ichor

When I was a girl my nipples were hard enough to cut my hands - a point of pride


Tea

You’ll find me oxidized and open wide, yet rust resistant




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The Seattle Space Needle at night, taken from a residential area with a street light in the foreground, black and white image

The Boy. The Black Man.

What I do remember is the lingering knowledge and horror that my Boyness, my masculinity couldn't protect me.


black and white polaroid photo of an apple and its shadow with a handwritten note at the top that says "hold your tongue and say..."

No Funeral

You mourn the girl I was / as if I killed her, / as if I left her / in a field somewhere, / shipwrecked in the dry grass –


The Offing: Happy Birthday!

In celebration of the generous support we have received from family, friends, writers, artists, and readers, we look back at some of our favorite pieces from the year.


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Falling Days

If upward progress is a romantic idea we try to build our lives around, then so too are falling, celerity, this wild and fickle freedom.