Like everyone else with a Netflix account, I got sucked into the fervor around The Queen’s Gambit when it was released late last year. It usually takes weeks or even months after people have stopped talking about a show for me to finally watch it, but this time was different.
The vivid color pallet and erratic visuals of the trailer instantly captivated me. Add to that how intense the story looked, and I was in. …
This dirt-trail distance between streets feels like a secret and I follow it, trying to breathe something pure and forget the freon and carbon and multisyllabic particles that shred your cells and give you cancer. But the trails here are short.
Too soon the trail hits an asphalt capillary, far from the city’s heart but still pumping plenty of metal and noise.
I cross it and breathe exhaust.
On the other side flies ride smoke from charcoal briquettes as it wafts over the thin wooden membrane of a backyard fence. It smells like a campfire; I breathe it in and…
Imagine you didn’t have a bank account for a day. You can’t pay bills or shop for cheap goods online. You can’t even pay a parking ticket without going to a physical location. How would you possibly navigate that day? But for the people who use cash for most or all of their transactions, that’s everyday life.
In the United States, the unbanked and underbanked make up around one-quarter of the population, according to 2017 data from the FDIC. The majority of that group are non-white, minimally educated, and make less than $30,000 per year. …
Since childhood, I’ve gone through occasional cycles of anime-fueled escapism. No other genre of storytelling does interesting worlds and unique characters the same way, and for me, it’s a welcome supplement to great books and music when I need imagination fuel. It’s been a few years, but I recently jumped back into anime-land and binged two of the most popular shounen anime this season: Demon Slayer and My Hero Academia. The former just wrapped its first season, while the latter entered it's fourth a few weeks ago.
For the uninitiated, shounen anime are marketed to teenage boys. The word “shounen”…
Metal rusts quickly where I am.
Air damp with rot moves like a bellows
and where it settles
iron crumbles to nothing;
from marrow to skin
a crusted shell
of waiting red,
to be destroyed by
the hair-trigger touch
of some careless finger.
From shape to memory
and a red stain.
I thought I saw it on me, today.
My arms held the
ghost of dust.
at the bends.
The noise inside, in my ears.
In my head.
Maybe it was real.
Maybe I’m just heavy.
There are gashes
in my car.
Its body weeps red dust.
I know it’s rotten from the inside.
It still works.
We both do.
Someday I’ll make everything lovely
Strong. Unbroken. Whole.
“Peel through the skin
while you still
have the strength.”
“Rip out the rot
while you can still
“Don’t wait any longer.”
A short story.
Jack leaned forward and stoked the fire, sending a jet of glittering sparks onto the black blanket of the sky. He stared at them for a moment, transfixed, as they spiraled away and vanished. It looked like they could burn holes right through the air. And Jack had always had a thing for fire. The others would be along soon; best not have them arrive to a pit of barely smoldering coals. Xenia wouldn’t like that. She was always, always cold.
“Jack,” a voice said from the darkness. Jack smiled. ‘Right on time,’ he thought. …
Journalist. Writer. Photographer. Human-er.