


Waiting for a Call to Tell Me I Can Get My First Shot of the Vaccine
Ace Boggess
“I want this more than I ever wanted sex, money, or parole.”




356 Moments of Silence: Celebrating a Year of 433
Join us on May 1 via Zoom to celebrate the first anniversary of 433.



Jason Schwartzman: Missed Connections
Talking marginal interactions with strangers, the spirit of empathy, and Russian Proverbs with Jason Schwartzmann, author of NO ONE YOU KNOW

My Permanent Address
Somsubhra Banerjee
“I saw your kohl-lined eyes,
and those became my permanent address.”

Mr. Apocalypse
Colby Applegate
“ I wish you could figure it out without hurting anyone else.”
Still Life in Technicolor and Grayscale
Fabrice Poussin
Photographic studies in color and space.
Ventura Highway
Priya Kanayson
On an evening drive, the moon shines a new light on one traveller’s route.

Hunger Pains
Julia Beecher
“I thought that maybe I could hurt her so she would be in just the same amount of pain as me.”

Those lives gone // Chicago moments
Frank Karioris
Even in quarantine
two people can walk the street together
& share hands wrapped tightly.



She Makes a Mess
Laura Brzyski
“Arielle and I throw orange
slices behind Grammy’s couch.
She makes a mess, I think
of my cousin, even though I am
in on the crime. Guilty by participation.”

Existential Nachos
Sasha Solano-McDaniel
“What I wanted was to bathe myself—to feel human. To sit outside and breathe fresh air. To scream or to cry, to savor those feelings. What I wanted was privacy and solitude. What I wanted was not visitors but certainty.”
