No doubt a few Galicians will think it in very bad taste to inaugurate this issue with a likeness to their higher profile southern neighbors, but because there may be a great many glad for the comparison,…

I suspect something in Kinue / reminds him of his own life.

“I don’t know where to start.”

I have licked the tip of evil

Ever since our orgasms became supernatural, we’ve been taking better care of our energies.

How could they, when these women themselves had been through so much pain?

A dispiriting narrowness has defined canons of Urdu feminist writing from previous decades.

Her sagacity immortalized even her scattered, sporadic axioms.

The men pull dollar bills out of their pockets and throw them at the women’s heads.

“What if we ran out of things to talk about?”