From our homes around The Hollow, we bore the motley lights of our brief vigil, the diffuse and brilliant smartphone glow,

And they came to the places in which ideas resided. They took from the libraries and the galleries and the museums the books and the artworks that were no longer needed.

While the children gather around my glass enclosure, giggling as my nose twitches at the scent of earth, I think back to what I was taught about being a rabbit when I was a kid.

This is the fabric of her evenings: she carves seashells from soap until the basket runs out of unshaped bars and the mosquitoes grow ripe with her blood.

The excitement and drama that comes with love and danger struggling against a dictatorship is clearly described in your attempt to flee to Mexico with your lover

Fear compels you to become more circumspect about your flights.

Remember, if they lay their hands on you, you can hit back! Plant your back foot firmly on the ground. You have to keep your balance when being a Badass. Take a deep breath, ball up your fist, and hit them square on the nose. That is the universal “Leave

You show up at my apartment not with the ingredients for Negronis, but instead bring me a high-end bottle of gin and some tonic water. You’ve forgotten the lime, but the gin is a special blend, infused with botanicals and citrus and is lovely all on its own. “We’ll have

And this is what you did on the mornings you both found yourselves on adjacent stoops, philosophizing over things out of your control. Like the rising cost of everything or how her middle one must fully process every feeling, otherwise, he is a lion ready to attack.

A short piece of flash fiction by Azee Amoo

Three honks when she left. Two honks for “I’m home.” One honk for each word.  It was theirs. “I love you.” “I’m home.” It meant she was safe.

The Dodson twins never imagined what would come of it that day when their aunt dropped off a Banyan seedling on their doorstep.

The boy was fourteen, so he knew what he was doing. At fourteen we are everything we will ever be which is why it’s then that the world attempts to so drastically improve us. 

The path was often muddy, you had to use roots for steps, and it led us out of the warm light that the barn breathed out.

I nodded, looked out over the city, and thought that what Jake had just said was exactly what was wrong with white people.

A few days ago, colleagues at a work function had been standing in a circle. He was pallid-work-him glass in hand, standing to one side.

I miss the parts where my siblings and I would pile into my parents’ bed on the weekend, my father still half asleep and my mother long awaken.

Mrs. Greene just shakes her head. For a moment, she seems about to speak, to demand something again—

The girl walks towards the waves by herself, still clutching the packet of biscuits, the water a little above her anklets.

Outside, noise from the street reminded Dave that life existed beyond his apartment.

I stub the butt of my cigarette out and stare blankly at the too trimmed row of bushes bordering our backyard. Michigan is chilly in October. I go inside.

The berries they usually found in wild abundance failed to materialize. At first the stories struck her as apocryphal. Bears were reportedly ripping...