In 2020, Pride Month arrived in a moment of social upheaval. The writers and artists in this series interrogate the emotions and memories that revolve around the politics of who a person can and can not love.
Four Glimpses
C. Adán Cabrera
That was my first time, you whisper to the dustless dashboard. You lick your lips and savor the caffeine. Well, you’re my first Mexican, he grins, knowing full well your family comes from El Salvador.
Sensory Silence
Dean Hernandez
Quieting the contradiction of yearning for touch during physical distance.
indifference belongs to the trees
Irene Cooper
i watched a murder of crows flap back an intruder.
then they disappeared into the trees.
birds don’t fucking play. they don’t.
“¿Tu eres Gay?”
Josh Castillo
“I always steered toward the heels. Clunky two-inch brown leather heels, hidden beneath my grandmother’s bed. Maybe they made me feel powerful. I was smaller than the average kid, and to feel tall was to feel formidable.”