Megan Culhane Galbraith I sit alone at a cocktail party, drinking my gin and tonic and staring into the middle distance. In my peripheral vision, I see Mary Gaitskill break away from a small group and float my way like an apparition. She settles into the chair next to me, which is plush with winglike […]
Category / Nonfiction
Zain Khalid Dear guy, I get it. I’m Arab and, equally unfortunately, Arab-looking. I hadn’t shaved and was sweating a little while waiting for public transportation; I know we’re not allowed to do that. I also know it didn’t help that my bags looked like they were trafficking yellowcake uranium. Fuck me for traveling with […]
I see centipedes, or I think I do, out of the corner of my eye when I’m in the basement I lately call home. I catch a shadow on the floor, and my eyes dart into every patch of darkness, every lifeless piece of clothing strewn about. While brushing my teeth, I am distracted by a nail hole in the wall. I am drawing with eyeliner and glance up and there—there. A live one. A couple inches long with flamboyant feelers barely distinguishable from its hair-thin legs. You could comb those legs. Curl those legs. Run your fingers down and through and caress those legs.
Janet Frishberg This essay was inspired by Melissa Chandler’s fictional story “Considering They Lived,” which can be found here. That morning, was he wearing a pair of boxers we bought at Gap, with the cute seasonal patterns? How many hours did he sleep? How hot was his shower water? And what, exactly, did he […]
Time Warner Cable Guy: Thank you for calling Time Warner Cable Technical Support, my name is Ralph, how can I help you?
Me: I’m trying to figure out why I can’t get the HD broadcast of the basketball game.