She does not know if she’s an “opportunist”; this probably means she is an opportunist; She wonders if there is Judgement Day before the revolution; She forces all of her sexual partners to watch The Battle of Algiers.

By Zaina Alsous
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Essays

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Poetry

rises, bloodied, and breathing and begins walking as if in hope. / of being heard.

Fiction

The sunflowers fall, right along with their mason jar, in the middle of the night. Their heads too gloriously full of early July. How they seem to know everything, except the virus.

Poetry

a sunburn the shape of the settler dictator’s face on everyone who will claim /
FREE PALESTINE’s earth but not FREE PALESTINE’s skin

Poetry

At birth, my mother recites my ba zi / to a monk, and like all good daughters, // I do not ask. How can a mother / help but lead her daughter // Astray?

Poetry

Or Say: a piece of rope at the top of the stairs where shame broke even and shame blame and victim bad-name got it’s nasty plug.

Interviews

An activist, educator, and transnational feminist, Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey has dedicated her life to challenging systems of oppression.

Poetry

Our Lady of Scapulars, we carry you around / like credentials, like disgrace, we suffer
this insufferable heat and your packaged spirit’s / smothered by the reek of our sweat—how much closer / must we be?

Marginalia

Welcome to our Love Letter to Chinatown Episode!

Video

The author of City of the Future on looking back at L.A. in the 1960s and 70s and the poems of Angel Dominguez

Poetry

Back then I was committed to the color blue, felt moved to paint my walls, nails, furniture the same shade of teal. Now my body swells at the window with casual longing.

Essays

Looking to Jose Rizal and Carlos Bulosan to speak to our present

Essays

As teachers who are in it for the long haul, we believe in seizing this moment as an opportunity to design more just and humane schools that heal and empower our most marginalized students and their communities.

Poetry

Let it be known this country has a memory / Let it be known the news called this / “Unrest in America” / as if for four hundred years / America’s been resting just fine

Fiction

He collected the past in amber, often describing war memorials as beautiful. He called himself a gardener.

Essays

The recovery of my familial and cultural heritage has always been continual, albeit somewhat stop and start—just when I think I have unearthed the final root, my spade hits another one with a meaty thwack.

Fiction

“The girl didn’t want a new life; she wanted her old comfortable life, though it was as worn out as her pajamas.”

Poetry

He says that every winter was a cheap metal spoon// bent backward in a steaming pile of rice. So much of what he says is practice // for another language.

Reportage

Mosques and Muslim organizations rise to the challenge of fulfilling their Islamic duty of service and charity.

Essays

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

Poetry

Back then I was committed to the color blue, felt moved to paint my walls, nails, furniture the same shade of teal. Now my body swells at the window with casual longing.

Poetry

rises, bloodied, and breathing and begins walking as if in hope. / of being heard.

Fiction

The sunflowers fall, right along with their mason jar, in the middle of the night. Their heads too gloriously full of early July. How they seem to know everything, except the virus.

Essays

Looking to Jose Rizal and Carlos Bulosan to speak to our present

Poetry

a sunburn the shape of the settler dictator’s face on everyone who will claim /
FREE PALESTINE’s earth but not FREE PALESTINE’s skin

Essays

As teachers who are in it for the long haul, we believe in seizing this moment as an opportunity to design more just and humane schools that heal and empower our most marginalized students and their communities.

Poetry

At birth, my mother recites my ba zi / to a monk, and like all good daughters, // I do not ask. How can a mother / help but lead her daughter // Astray?

Poetry

Let it be known this country has a memory / Let it be known the news called this / “Unrest in America” / as if for four hundred years / America’s been resting just fine

Poetry

Or Say: a piece of rope at the top of the stairs where shame broke even and shame blame and victim bad-name got it’s nasty plug.

Fiction

He collected the past in amber, often describing war memorials as beautiful. He called himself a gardener.

Interviews

An activist, educator, and transnational feminist, Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey has dedicated her life to challenging systems of oppression.

Essays

The recovery of my familial and cultural heritage has always been continual, albeit somewhat stop and start—just when I think I have unearthed the final root, my spade hits another one with a meaty thwack.

Poetry

Our Lady of Scapulars, we carry you around / like credentials, like disgrace, we suffer
this insufferable heat and your packaged spirit’s / smothered by the reek of our sweat—how much closer / must we be?

Fiction

“The girl didn’t want a new life; she wanted her old comfortable life, though it was as worn out as her pajamas.”

Marginalia

Welcome to our Love Letter to Chinatown Episode!

Poetry

He says that every winter was a cheap metal spoon// bent backward in a steaming pile of rice. So much of what he says is practice // for another language.

Video

The author of City of the Future on looking back at L.A. in the 1960s and 70s and the poems of Angel Dominguez

Reportage

Mosques and Muslim organizations rise to the challenge of fulfilling their Islamic duty of service and charity.