he traces the tattoo of Africa on my back tells me how he wants to go back to Sierra Leone he traces the tattoo of Africa on my back tells me how he wants to go back to Sierra Leone I want to ask him how he can love a mother land that chewed and spit him out like...
Congratulations to the two Short Forms Contest first-place winners and the honourable mention, as chosen by judge Hiromi Goto! Room's 2018 Short Forms Contest #2 WinnersCongratulations to the two first place winners and the honourable mention, as chosen by judge...
“Baby Food” is the honourable mention of Room’s Short Forms Contest 2018 as selected by judge Hiromi Goto. We called it baby food. We were secretive and gleeful. At fourteen, we’d outrun our periods—literally—clomping down Kimberly Hill with such exaggerated...
We're excited to announce the shortlist from our 2018 Short Forms Contest! Here are the six shortlisted short forms pieces, as selected by our esteemed judge Hiromi Goto. We're excited to announce the shortlist from our 2018 Short Forms Contest! Here are the six...
I wring the sweat and earth from my dewy fingers and flick open my app. A dick pic. Finally. It is a birdsong in the boughs. I gasp. Smile. Spotted. At last. My soft white legs brush against each other like kindling begging for a spark. It is July, hot late afternoon....
The same folks who believe racism only exists in the past will tell you patriarchal misogyny is obsolete and men now suffer because women hold all of the cards. The same folks who believe racism only exists in the past will tell you patriarchal misogyny is obsolete...
I was helping Father____ glue stickers to the school window. First came the angel over the stable watching over everyone Use lots of glue he said You ‘member those schools? I musta been eight or nine before Christmas it was. I was helping Father____ glue stickers to...
This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but clearer, pellucid, light and shadowy at once, light gray, a sweet white. This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but...
Whatever, Iceberg chronicles an all-too-familiar queer romance interwoven with polyamory, single parenting, chronic pain, poverty, and aging. Despite the specificity of Ziniuk’s writing, the collection remains relatable for anyone who has ever been in a badly timed...
While reading GG’s new graphic novel, I’m Not Here, I was reminded of a short story by Delmore Schwartz, in which the narrator goes into a cinema and, much to their amazement and dismay, finds that the film being screened is of their parents’ first meeting. Knowing...
ROOM 48.2 TRAVELLERS
In ROOM 48.2 TRAVELLERS we reflect, dream, manifest. Join us in these human ways of time-travelling, from infancy to the future, through relationships and into surreal realms.
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