by Saeed Jones
It Means Something Different in Arabic
for Terrance Hayes
Once, I threw a towel over my head and pretended I was Mary.
My aunt told me that pretending was blasphemy. A burnt cross
lit in my chest that day, but they say my name
first appeared in reluctantly opened love letters. »
The Splinter Generation is currently accepting submissions from writers who were born between 1973 and 1993 for an ongoing online generational literary compilation. We are looking for the best poetry, creative nonfiction and fiction these writers have to offer. In particular, we’re looking for work. »
by Wythe Marschall
The order went: Rico said he saw it, then Jamie, then Jameel, Malika’s cousin who lived in Maspeth. Over the next month, they talked to each other about it—at Minny’s or the Hacienda or Jamie’s house—and confirmed the details, so they figured it. »
by Kate Dougherty
Was Katie’s skirt black or blue, and did it fit her
properly?
Bananas make Katie gag
when they’re mushy. I should eat every brown
banana. Every brown banana spooning
its partners soft and. »
by Joshua Tung
9, Slash 11,
huge cigarettes, alight
leaving trails of themselves to burn in the air.
Choking.
I wasn’t there.
Maybe you were.
But I saw it on TV with my mother.
One of those rare. »
by Maria DeLorenzo
The dream was scandalous. She is amazed at her own synapses, sprawling on that surface. It makes her blush. She deletes the dream. Empties the dumpster so no. »
by JeFF Stumpo
You ask me to speak at an anti-war rally.
I ask you for the efficiency of ants
come lately across a dead lizard in my driveway.
Day one: the long brown. »
by Judie Gonsalves
It’s another endless silence
in the vacuousness between
front and back seat.
Despite the music on the radio
we hear nothing
(sounds have masks as. »
by Daisy Eagan
All the windows are open. Someone nearby is blasting ranchera and I’m grateful that at least it’s not the out-of-tune Mariachi band that comes around sometimes. The man. »
Emma Komlos-Hrobsky
Zoe Banks wasn’t particularly surprised when her mother, Adelaide, casually mentioned at the end of August that Zoe had both applied and been accepted to. »
Icarus
My father once told me
he knew how to ride a unicycle.
I can’t imagine him balancing
on one wheel—a clown
riding down the. »
Jason Poole: But he’s thinking, “I wonder what happened to his face?” Did he get in a car accident, blah blah blah, but I’m a very open person, so if anybody is just like, “Hey, I was just wanting to ask you a question. What’s wrong? What happened to your face?” You know, I would. »