The city becomes unstable, transformed into a shifting environment where distinctions between photography and painting begin to collapse. Surface replaces structure.
Bringing the margins to the other margins
© Ali Ihtiyar
The world used to be a roomy place. How small it’s become, how pinched, how tightly squeezed in we are.
The city, once a stranger’s mouth, now knew her name.
Of particular topical interest is Sen's deconstruction of the idea that a clash between the "Islamic civilization" and "western civilization" is inevitable.
... and sorrow alone, unable,
could not hold back
the roof ...
But do dolphins bicker
in front of offspring...?
Just peace, just healing
© Jude Muhsen, 2026
There is no longer a clock on the wall
to tell you when to read, when to feel compassion, when to love.
just 30 seconds and
you can do almost anything,
in any language.
The moon swears she has every fighting chance in the world.
I drink your water late into the night and I see everything.
Once a nurse shook my shoulder so roughly that, in a panic, I almost hit him.
Even for those physically unharmed by the violence, the feeling of needing to watch the sky remains long after the missiles or drones pass overhead.
Hope has two daughters
Have You No Shame? © Sri Theyvi, 2025
The piece you are about to read is by an economist who works inside, and often against, the inherited colonial systems of knowledge that the discipline carries.
Arendt’s banality of evil could turn into an asepsis of evil, where ethically debatable human reactions are replaced by AI systems whose procedural operations are designed to be incapable of guilt, moral hesitation, or reflective interruption.
This is where Sentimental Value resists easy judgment. Gustav’s project may be selfish. It is belated. It causes harm. And yet it may also be the only language he has for repair.
This is the story of every unwanted girl-child, of every daughter a burden to her parents; of every bride shipped off to her in-laws. This is the story of your sole purpose being to get married off…
You had to get your hands dirty to make Sri Lankan food—like fixing a car engine or cleaning out a gutter.
I’d be content for a while
stepping around the bodies
Adornment as Armour
© Jalen Frizzell
I recognize that light, on the home of my body, in the shine of silver.
There is spiritual knowledge to be found within the body itself, not just in the mind. Trans people have known this all along...
Can’t handle my generous abundance, my lipo’s vibrato?
That says more about you than it does about me, bro
My body changed; it swelled; it pulled and flowed in a direction I did not carry, at a pace I could not control.
Shed a tear while looking into Grief Eater's three heads, which stare back and destroy what destroys you.
