Do Things Well
Iya Chinyere was having a bad year. Her business was not doing well, her daughter’s school fees were past due, and her husband had finally left her for a mama-put owner on the next street. It had been bad enough when he had simply been sleeping with one of the maids of the rich family next door; she had resented that woman’s superior tone when she told Nneoma that she needed to “control her husband,” as if she handpicked his affairs.
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These are the moments of intertextuality that make Hijab Butch Blues a truly remarkable rupture in the literary fold.
On Religion, Feminism, and writing Korean-American Characters
An Interview with R. O. Kwon
Nonfiction by Mina Hamedi
Experiments
Poetry by Laura Buccieri
St. Rays
Fiction by Casimir Henry
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