My mom loves us, loves to make us beautiful, make my sister and me into one girl— a pageant of Persia. “Murder me if this is all it takes to make me beautiful” —Iranian proverb, only used by women My mom loves us, loves to make...
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Read MoreI learned how to pick locks in prison. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon; the adults were drunk and some had paired off to have sex in tents pitched on the lawn. I was sitting on the scratched wooden pew of a picnic table,...
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ROOM 49.1 NO FUTURE FOR WHO?
We are really asking. We are coming in hot. We are not fucking around. These existential crises, these states of emergency. The poetry, prose, and art in this issue ask: what are we to make of, or in, them?
ROOM 48.3 Rest/Unrest
In Room Magazine 48.3 Rest/Unrest, may you find rest as you engage with profound, necessary unrest.
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