Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear – Mosab Abu Toha

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This collection echoes the despair, resilience, and righteous anger felt in Palestine. Toha writes with simple syntax and diction, weaving in metaphors and unsaid emotions that cry out loud and clearly.

Health and Safety – Emily Witt

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[Witt] highlights with clinical detachment the ways in which a scene, like a relationship, can become so comfortably obliterating that it takes something seismic—a global pandemic, or maybe a neighborhood rezoning—to shake us from its grip.

Emilie Menzel

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The story that we tell of the body is so often something given to us by other people. A lot of queer fairy tales and queer myths explore rewriting these narratives of bodily identity and ownership, or the gaps between physical and felt body.

Ordinary Devotion – Kristen Holt-Browning

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ORDINARY DEVOTION is an original work on the ancient and current theme of women’s desire for respect in a society that often devalues them.

The Obscene Bird of Night – José Donoso

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Donoso poses the same question to the novel form that he poses to the aristocracy: What is the monstrosity that beauty and order are trying to suppress? We enter a novel where timelines are hopelessly confused, boundaries between characters are thin to the point of nonexistence, dark magic abounds.

The Native American Horror Story (video essay)

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Blending a cultural story and creating something new with it can be good or bad, depending on who’s telling the story and who’s in charge of the narrative.

Tiffany Morris & Jessica Johns

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We obviously had a relationship to this land, and the fact that it’s a city now doesn’t change that I have a relationship to how land operates here. Even though cities are colonial and cities are devouring land, I still have a relationship to what exists here.

Shadow of My Shadow – Jennifer Doyle

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Doyle turns to literature to imagine an idyllic world where complaints are taken seriously.

Joan Wickersham

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I began by trying to write about the ship, but very quickly realized I needed to write to the ship—to address it.

Rangi is my ancestor, your ancestor is money . . .

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Failure doesn’t . . . mean we have lost or that we can’t live in a world where Palestine is free, where the Congo is free, where Hawai’i is free, where West Papua is free, and where Western Sahara is free. . . . Everything is broken, but it doesn’t mean that the horror our ancestors experienced or that we continue to bear witness to cannot be healed.