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We were warned not to complain — / plenty more temps they could call. / Warned, too, to avoid the break room / with its jailhouse camera / swiveling right outside the boss’s office, / his speakers playing only country.
By Michael MeyerhoferJune 2022Life has always been as hard as the soles of my father’s feet. Like the callused hand my face melts into. He holds it like the cantaloupe before a fruit salad. Like life before America. Before it’s sliced, devoured, consumed.
By Melida RodasJune 2022How could she tell her son that although she bathes, puts on clothes, laughs at Colbert, and has conversations with people, people don’t know. They don’t have a clue they’re talking to a bunch of scattered molecules trying to imitate a human being.
By Daniela KuperMay 2022No one would admit that they’d stolen my phone, so Manager threatened to call a juju priest to settle the issue spiritually.
By Blessing J. ChristopherJanuary 2022A new feature in the magazine, A Thousand Words features photography so rich with narrative that it tells a story all on its own.
January 2022Being in remission is like air: you only appreciate it when it’s gone. After four years of not appreciating it, I’m back on Vancouver Island, where I work at the university as a cafeteria dishwasher.
By Jason JobinDecember 2021What happened to the folks in that car? Did they walk? Where are they? Where does the courage come from? Where does the terrible faith come from?
By John SteinbeckOctober 2021To insist that people who have a mobile shelter are “homeless” not only denies that their shelter can be a home; it also has the potential to deny their humanity, because it insists that they are incapable of making a home.
By Thacher SchmidOctober 2021Waiting tables, dyeing textiles, separating goats in heat
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