No other experience has made me feel more base and vulgar than losing my virginity. I didn’t have any pretense about the act beforehand. My mother painted all sexuality as depravity, which could only be…
Browsing Category Fall 2025
To J., Who Picked Us Up Hitchhiking
Where we stood scared across the highwayfrom the drawn-down lake, my friendhad seen ghosts stepping out of firs. “Bad placeto camp,” you’d said. Told us it was my fly rodthat made you pull over. “Those…
Three Poems by Safa Hijazi
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