Arts & Culture, Essays, EssaySaturday
The Whyte House Fish
The clown triggerfish in the Whyte House bridal suite would remain gloriously alive for decades after its death as long as people watched the movie as long as it kept ...
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
The Here, the Now
Witness the poignant farewell to a grandmother’s home in ‘The Here and Now.’ Explore the impact of memory amid demolition, weaving a tale of legacy and presence.
THE INCOMPARABLE DONNY MOSS
A man’s downfall is due to long-forgotten acts of kindness
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
THE BIRTH OF DEATH
After a stillbirth, a woman tries to pick up her old life
Dear Galactic Living (From the Dystopian Letters)
For our pastime we go to the Zero-G Room and do a lot of fun things.
Fry Person
On paper, Arman was not unlike the other applicants. His face, just like the others, was young and hopeful.
Strange Waters
Mom says her father was an arsonist. She told me when I was eight. I sat next to her on the sofa, my feet sticking out in front of me. ...
Arts & Culture, The Litro Blog
Dear Rap Music (from the Dystopian Letters)
You started surveying in New York amongst poor Blacks who brought their blues, jazz, and spirituals to the city of rectangular skyscrapers.
Arts & Culture, The Litro Blog
Dear Northern Hemisphere (from the Dystopian Letters)
In the Americas, your start was bloody. It was based on the dispossession and genocide of the Natives as your men in long pants cackled in English, Portuguese, Spanish, French.
Dear Africa (from the Dystopian Letters)
With flashes from the camera phones incessant, the tourists take photo after photo of us, our talents, and the wonders on exhibit.
Arts & Culture, Essays, The Litro Blog
Dear Corporate State (from the Dystopian Letters)
We ride the trains incessantly, and they in reality go nowhere. They circle the 500 square miles of our city that has few trees but clean air.
Arts & Culture, Essays, The Litro Blog
Dear Pandemic (from the Dystopian Letters)
Everything is closed. The offices that tower to the sky in the skyscrapers, the schools, churches, restaurants, theaters, public gathering places of all sorts.
Jim Crow, White Fanaticism, American Fascism
a text that situates the Jim-Crow-era South in the United States within a context of fascism despite the historical use of the euphemism Jim Crow
ADAM & EVE ON A RAFT
Whoever-He-Was crouched on all fours and pressed his nose into the back of her knee. “You smell like childhood,” he said. “Mine or yours?” she replied. She stopped laughing ...
The Public Beach
The American lay on his towel and watched the woman from behind his sunglasses, trying to decide if she was Latin or Lebanese and how he might initiate some sort ...
Cuckoo
The body and roof were covered in ivy, carved out of the walnut. It made it seem forgotten, away somewhere in a wood, perhaps in a Grimm fairy tale.
My Personal Cult – The Y-Tuesday Poetry Club
Book Club member Rhuar Dean invites us inside his personal cult, the Y-Tuesday Poetry Club in London.
Otters
He couldn’t remember who had started what. Had he grabbed her breast and squeezed at her poking swollen nipple underneath the grey sweat-stained top? Or had there been some ...
The Garage
I wondered if I was with Jesus before I was born and had time to do bad things but the Sunday school teacher glared at me and said such questions ...
Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #124: Transgression
Dinner for Two
That’s when I flipped. It’s a man thing, you can’t take it. Seeing someone else with your woman, with your children. I waited. I waited all through the night. I ...