Prose
Prose
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Dispatches from the Richmond Uprising
Before we leave Virginia, the doctor calls us from his home.
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YAO
In the beginning, what was my name?
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Confessions to My Ancestors
Confession: I don’t know my ancestors’ names. Also: my Mandarin is lousy. I have never been to our ancestral village.
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Tomorrow Will be Even Brighter
The first thing you need to know about Hot Spring Leisure City is that there are no hot springs.
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Cadet College, Kohat
Humza went to school with me in Kohat. We were always competing with each other for the first position in class.
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How to Deprogram a Parent in 7 Easy Steps
Do you have an elderly parent who has fallen victim to internet conspiracy theories?
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I wanted to wash my face and my feet. I wanted to be invited somewhere.
I was being led by something. So tender and raw inside of my body that I can’t point to a specific place — there was me before I had ever seen a dam.
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Smoke Screens
The week the pandemic hits, I break my lease in Little Haiti and drive fifteen hours up the I-95 to be with my parents.
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Those People
In 1996, the year my mother died of a heroin overdose, Purdue Pharma started to sell OxyContin in the United States.
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An Essay on Processing
TSW Art Director, Meg Sykes, on creating the featured image for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy