La Mujer Alacran

A month after the attack on her body, she woke to find she could not peel her fingers apart; the skin of her hands was fused together. She could no longer steer a car. They were claws, bent and poised in defense.


Memoriam 96

The shooter and the vats of bacon fat will not be named and this article will not be published.


The engineers of Planet Earth laid the tracks back to front and this caused a great deal of confusion—we’d think we were on the train to New York, but find ourselves lost in Istanbul. If we missed our stop, we could take the train past Sydney and sling-shot around back to the park’s entrance in […]

close-up image of bright pink yarn

Test Group 4:

We played at being American women—smoking, drinking, kissing—unconstrained by sarees and rules.