The Devil is Louise Calhoun

The 32-bit generation of the Sega Genesis and the Super Nintendo is widely considered to be the pinnacle of gaming. But during that era, most of the current editors of major gaming websites were twelve.

That space at the top of the door. I could hear everything that went on in that house in Surquillo, Lima, Peru through that gap between the top of the door to my room and the ceiling. I spent last summer teaching English in Peru on a work-exchange program, trapped in my tiny bedroom in my host family’s house by that opening. Time is certainly relative, but the same holds true for space — those two feet might as well have been leagues or fathoms.

A birthday is returning to the launch site after a year away. We come in dusty, surprised to see ourselves in an old place again. We find our cities, our friends and families. In the parks, the trees with white paint ringing the base of their trunks are candles dipped in frosting. Blowing them out, extinguishing the little lives we claim in the midst of a longer one, we reset ourselves for another round.

A Yale senior pops the cork on gay love, queer clichés, and a uniquely literary coming-out experience.

In the California desert, a family steals rocks and makes a home. How many memories can fit into a paper bag?