“At the same time, the natural autonomy of horizontalism, and its deep reliance on independent, small affinity groups of activists, encourages a constant drive to innovate. This self-overcoming is the engine of our velocity. It grants us the power to wobble, to swerve like a flock of birds and act in ways that confound our enemy, as events spiral toward the people’s vision.”
-Micah White
“The sun is wide, like an eye cut open,
and it blasts the man
so that his whole shadow
scuttles beneath his belly.”
-Max Ritvo
“When he visited, Desiree felt like a girl again, the years falling away like meat off the bone.”
-Brit Bennett
“She sorts through the other babies. She pats me down as if searching for something. She touches me on the thigh. She feels like she’s about to snow.”
-Sabrina Orah Mark
“Tarquin Gould’s parents were out of town, so he had to throw a party, those were the rules. The news circulated like a virus: it was uncertain who had started it, but by the time the weekend came around it had been received by everyone who needed to receive it.”
-Emma Sloley
“It was hard to tell the nature of the look from across the expanse of equipment, under the gym’s flattening fluorescent light. Either way, she had her pale eyes fixed on him, and every once in a while, in the middle of a set, she gave him an effortful smile. The amount of weight she was lifting, he saw, was significant. An immense iron stack rose up slowly behind her like an omen.”
-Sarah Shun-lien Bynum
“Kids were always needing a Band-Aid, pink skin splitting like summer fruit.”
-Rumaan Alam
“As if a train of powder laid from the outermost bound of Saint Antoine Quarter to the wine-shop door, had been suddenly fired, a fast-spreading murmur came rushing along.”
-Charles Dickens
“The man preferred not to wait and ran as fast as he could through the door to boarding, past passengers who had already gone through and formed a line inside the tube with the little windows, waiting like blood in a syringe, now followed at an animal’s pace by the little suitcase on legs, ridden like a horse by the passport with the long fingers, a sight that both fascinated and terrified and caused personnel, propelled by some odd sense of duty, to stand in the way of the trio and block their path, to protect the plane and its pilots and cabin crew from what they couldn’t define.”
-Deepak Unnikrishnan
