December // 2018

featuring artwork by Leah Dworkin

 

RIFT // Alexander Jarrah 

Poetry

“My first memory eludes me: I either clutched my mother’s arm walking in Macy’s, or bought fresh sangak from the noon-va.”

 
 

ONCE WAS ENOUGH // Robert Stout

Fiction

“A momentary frown veils what she is seeing: her young adulthood among hillside orchards far from the clang and clutter and smog of this Mexico City barrio.” 

 
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