Literature & Art

Visual Art

The Art of Yasmeen Abdalah Ahmed Saeed

*Editor’s Note: All paintings are acrylic on canvas and were completed from 2024-2025 Since April 2023, a civil war has been raging in Sudan between two rival factions of the country’s military government: the Sudanese

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Fiction

Please Use Stairs in Case of Emergency 

In the Market Cross Shopping Center, down the car-park stairwell, three young men shared a joint. Emilio Evans passed the spliff to Heboru Newman, sitting on the step below him. “Do you think Bertie Ahern molests

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Nonfiction

No Band of Brothers

The sudden ring of the phone in the darkest part of the night jars me. This is probably not good. “Hey, Corporal. Oops—Lieutenant, how are they hanging?” a very boozy, familiar voice from my past

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Poetry

Homeopathic Remedies for War Fever

Author’s Note: I was born in February in 1941, with the winter tremors of war already in my bones and therefore part of my personal and national inheritance. “Homeopathic Remedies for War Fever” seeks to

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Reviews

The First Biography of Tim O’Brien

Peace is a Shy Thing: The Life and Art of Tim O’BrienBy Alex VernonSt. Martin’s Press, 2025 Tim O’Brien’s thirteen-month deployment to Vietnam produced The Things They Carried, his indelible literary response to the war. He was

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Translations

I Am a Woman Who Loves Life

Taliban fighters crowd onto military vehicles, white flags raised high as they move through the street. Photo: Ziaullah Ibrahimkhil   I am a woman who loves life and the act of living. Why? Perhaps because death

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Fiction

A Song for the End of Everything

Five-and-a-half weeks before Toshihide Nakagawa dies, his son Yusaku takes him to see a rerun of the film Rocky at the Paradise Repertory Theatre in Burakuricho, Wakayama, a theater known for its continuous state of disrepair. Toshihide has

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Poetry

Pinky Swear

Author’s Note: In the late 60s, when I was a teenager, we were all anti-war—the war in Vietnam. The guys had to register for the draft as soon as they turned eighteen. The you of this poem

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