Florida-centric Narrative Nonfiction
At an ungodly 7:30 a.m., Noor Sukkar logged into Advanced Placement chemistry, her first subject of the school day and the last she’d ever label promising when delivered via online lecture … Read moreFrom Brooklyn to the brink
Growing up in a coastal town in Venezuela, I would often hear a story about an elderly woman known by others to be a witch. At night, she transformed into a large white bird and sneakily hid in the trees, waiting for dawn to break before returning to its human form … Read moreMagical, real
To know me is to know the color of my bedroom walls. Not the ones in my college apartment, so plastered in torn magazine covers and fading photo booth strips and stolen Home Depot paint swatches that the beige underneath is barely an afterthought. The ones in my South Florida bedroom, where I started high school and turned 18 and drafted my graduation speech in the dead of night … Read moreRaised on sunshine, addicted to the rays
In October, I listen to traffic. There are birds: chickadees, scrub jays, tufted titmouse, woodpeckers … Read moreOctober My Love Become Me
On a Monday evening, before the downtown’s 20-somethings file in line, I head to a space of queer-inclusive, universal human desire: the University Club bathroom.
My cause is less biologically urgent than the typical restroom patrons’, but the space is no less occupied. I’ve cracked the door just enough to glimpse the singular stall inside when I hear the polite “Oh!” of someone struck from behind it
… Read moreLiquid bodies, soft hearts