She grips a cup so hard it breaks and the heads / rise all at once, “She’s here!”
Former Open City Fellow Syma Mohammed answers ten questions about her writing life
A spotlight on Deaf poet and Latina Sickle Cell Warrior Crystal Martinez
I’m talking to her at night, / the earliest hour of her death.
The 2022 cohort of Open City fellows talks about the challenges and triumphs of a year of reporting
I feel him taking my hands in his and kissing them every time he saw me.
She had a dream the night before about catching a pig, which her father used to tell her was a prelude for great fortune.
Deaf interpreters Xgamil Campos-Espinosa and Romduol Ngov in conversation
I took matters into my own hands, / Decided to be brave / I reclaimed my soul.
My mother: first in this hypothetical line, / claws already reaching out for the taste of first light.
There were no windows opened. There were dimmed lights. There were crumbs beneath the table.
She grips a cup so hard it breaks and the heads / rise all at once, “She’s here!”
Former Open City Fellow Syma Mohammed answers ten questions about her writing life
Deaf interpreters Xgamil Campos-Espinosa and Romduol Ngov in conversation
A spotlight on Deaf poet and Latina Sickle Cell Warrior Crystal Martinez
I took matters into my own hands, / Decided to be brave / I reclaimed my soul.
My mother: first in this hypothetical line, / claws already reaching out for the taste of first light.
I’m talking to her at night, / the earliest hour of her death.
The 2022 cohort of Open City fellows talks about the challenges and triumphs of a year of reporting
There were no windows opened. There were dimmed lights. There were crumbs beneath the table.
I feel him taking my hands in his and kissing them every time he saw me.
She had a dream the night before about catching a pig, which her father used to tell her was a prelude for great fortune.