Greg Jackson

‘You only have time to live your own life, and mine was falling apart.’

Eliza Griswold

‘This, of course, was years before anyone knew or cared who Boko Haram was.’

Cynan Jones

‘A pair of seagulls. I say a pair. They might just be good friends.’

Melissa Febos

‘I don’t care if anyone is watching and that’s the point.’

Renee Gladman

‘I go here to slow everything down, to study shadow in a space of dreaming.’

Issue 134

Eliza Griswold

Hawa Jande Golakai

‘Now we’ve fizzled into a ridiculous unsaid, a flaccid tale of love, or lack thereof, in the time of Ebola.’

Issue 134

Eduardo Soteras Jalil

Eduardo Soteras Jalil photographs Gaza’s residents.

Sarah Gerard

‘In Amway, there’s no such thing as contentment.’

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’

J.V. Foix

‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’

Issue 136

Patrick Flanery

‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’

Melissa Febos

‘They knelt at my feet. They crawled naked across gleaming wooden floors.’

Minal Hajratwala

‘We may not belong to Shakespeare, nor he to us, ever.’