By George Murphy I can only write to you at night, Yana. You only feel real in these early-morning moments, when city lights glint...

By Renny Gong It’s my mother’s birthday. I call her to say, I’m gonna dress like a slut tonight. We switch to FaceTime so I can show her...

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By Lynnette Widder 23. He is at a table beneath the fruit trees: the wind lifts, and pink petals sheet towards the crushed stone ground....

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After Wayne Koestenbaum’s “My 1980s.”

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By Lara Smith The first time I see a sky full of stars (and I mean real stars) I am around eight years old and visiting my grandparents...

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This morning, I was finishing the uptown leg of the bike loop around Central Park, delivered by that winding final curve. All downhill...

By Daniel Reiser When I met Ayesha outside the Chinese restaurant I had to lean against a tree to stay still. It had been about a month...

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