Dance with Me
Once she spied Ellen in front of her computer, dancing. It was the most beautiful thing, the way her arms snaked as if they were channeling some old poetry.
Poetry
From Aterrizar no es regreso
“On the islands, leaving comes to seem like the natural thing to do.”
Poetry
Propuesta de Financiamiento para el Plan de No Hacer Nada / Funding Proposal for the Do-Nothing Plan
"I will need a grant of a million or two. / A million or more.”
Poetry
Against Empire: A Folio of Puerto Rican Writers
Guest editors Raquel Salas Rivera and Ricardo Alberto Maldonado introduce three writers who “counter the loneliness and exploitation of U.S. capitalism.”
Essay
Portrait of the Mother as an Artist
Countless women have rejected the "awful dichotomy" between mothering and art-making.
Lives
Benzo Mama
I am a boy, but I’m not a boy like my brother. Still, neither am I a girl like my sister. “Janie, be a weed,” Mom says.
CommentaryPhotography
“It was as if the Taliban were still there”
Photographer Jassem Ghazbanpour was in Kabul when the Taliban fled. What he saw twenty years ago feels, today, like an eerie premonition.
Photography
The Unseen Women of Afghanistan
Photographer Fatimah Hossaini spent three years trying to upend Western narratives about women in her country. She didn't get to finish her work.
Interview
“We’ve been burning for twenty years and more”
Perhaps no outsider understands Afghanistan better than Iranian journalist Mohammad Hossein Jafarian. In a series of ongoing exchanges, published here in real time, Jafarian interrogates the nuance and complexity too often elided by outsiders.
Report
Best of Guernica: Aliyeh Ataei’s The Border Merchant
A smuggler, a person of the border, can shapeshift; he can be Robin Hood or Noah. He can make people’s lives better, as he claims, or he can funnel them into this prison.
Report
Best of Guernica: Nazish Brohi’s Footsteps in a Marked House
What happens when women's rights are instrumental, not ideological.
Fiction
Rookie and the Djinn
Rookie could tell that the three individuals tried to look normal, but she knew they were not, not even a little.
