Kit Haggard

In the beginning, they fucked in the dark, the lightlessness making new strangers of them. Cold and hungry and blind, she had the body she’d always wanted. The air itself—black—was reaching out to touch her, to cup her hips, to…

Criticism and Self-Criticism [1]

S. Li

When I was in elementary school, the “Marxist-Leninist weapon of criticism and self-criticism” had been made household words in China via the little red book Quotations from Chairman Mao. We all knew this: “dust will accumulate if a room is…


Kirk Nesset

The girl wanders for weeks, if not years. She happens at last on the prince in the woods; he was blinded by briars in his fall from the tower. She embraces him, weeps. …

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