July 2, 2026
Silver & Black Terrorists, Steve Kerr’s Dad, Green Wristbands & Aboutrika Piñatas
I understand. This is a self-identified Male story. I claim this because sports taught me how to be a Male within its context. I wanted so badly, as a young man, to become that Male: an American Boy. Think, Estelle.*
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January 29, 2026
The Road to Ramtha
by Sanad Tabbaa
We followed the mosque motorcade to the graveyard. The first thing I saw when I stepped out of the car was a rusted, burned-out barrel. On the ground next to it was a sun-bleached container for a pair of underwear, one of those plasticky cardboard ones with a buff guy on the front. They’d already mostly buried him. It was hot and they wanted to be done as quickly as possible.
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