We sat a while in silence like two strangers, facing each other. I didn’t ask her what had happened or what she had seen, or believed she had seen, in the mirror.
FICTION
COMICS
Where?
Did she tell me before we were born, we were waiting in the dark? Like leaves hanging on a black tree?
Q&A
Q&A with Noel Quiñones, author of Orange
… there are still many things we don’t understand about color, but we lie to ourselves to make ourselves feel safer.
POETRY
Study a Cause
Its seclusion, its great swaths of stillness. Wakefulness in amber.
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