The Reluctant Bomb Technicians of Sinjar
“The three of them had become part of a team that would clear the land they grew up on of the death ISIS had strewn there, beginning to reclaim it for Iraq’s displaced Yazidis to one day return home.”
Almost Home
Pete Candler reflects on growing up in the South, legacy, and a place rooted in white supremacy.
Whose Eyes Are These?
A collection of mosaics looted in Turkey and sold in the US have finally returned home. But in the absence of definitive information about the unidentified ageless face called The Gypsy Girl, this so-called “Mona Lisa of Turkey” becomes a blank slate on which the viewer imposes provenance and meaning, which reflects the complex identity of Turkey itself.
Finding the Tune
Anton Webern’s Concerto, Opus 24 “would,” in pianist Mark Wallace’s words, “determine the course of my life.” Only years later did he understand why.
Jami Attenberg’s #1000WordsofSummer Turned a Corner of the Internet into a Supportive Literary Community
An essay on #1000WordsofSummer, the two-week-long public writing-accountability project novelist Jami Attenberg offered to writers for free, via Twitter, Instagram and TinyLetter, from June 15th through June 29th of 2018.
Friends and Enemies: On Slogan Tees
“Rather than a sign of increased polarization, of increased political energy, the popularity of the slogan tee is evidence of the dissolution of the political.”
Andouni: The Shared and Unshared Songs of Armenian Exile
“I don’t know if it was true or not, but it was part of the story.”
Spark Connection
Kirsten Tranter is cleaning out her closet. But her clothes don’t spark joy, they spark memory.
The Fantasy of an Enemy
“It’s still raining in Houston, and Game of Thrones is not a show about climate change, not really, because it’s possible to win The Game of Thrones.”
“What Are You Doing Here, Sister?”
“In the beginning, there was a plane; and then there was an airport. And then there was a language. And then there was a city that taught me to live. This queer city, this brown city — this queer brown city. Finally, finally, I am home.”