When Ada died, the wash hadn’t dried yet. The trousers’ elastic waistbands were still damp, socks swollen, T-shirts hanging the wrong way out. A rag was left soaking in the bucket. Rinsed recycling bins in the sink, the bed unmade, open biscuit packets lying on the couch. Ada had gone away witho…
Black Lives Matter
Ariel Saramandi on her experience teaching in a lycée in Mauritius.
The Young Entrepreneurs of Miss Bristol’s Front Porch
Fiction by Sidik Fofana, set in the South.
Kevin Maxwell on the police in the UK.
Morgan Parker and Rachel Long in conversation.
Poetry by Danez Smith, author of Don't Call Us Dead.
Translated by Katrina Dodson
Katrina Dodson is a PhD candidate in the Department of Comparative Literature at University of California, Berkeley, where she is writing a dissertation on Elizabeth Bishop, Clarice Lispector and questions of geographical imagination. Her work has appeared in McSweeney's and Two Lines.More about the translator →