July 5, 2022

White Boys

by Simran Singh Jain I have this bad habit of searching for myself inside of blue eyes. I expect to gaze into them and see myself skinny dipping, swimming the backstroke and laughing as I let my hair straighten out in our private pool water. Or perhaps the bad habit is that I’m shocked every […]

An Almost Love Letter to an Almost Stranger

by Simran Singh Jain What I’m trying to tell you is some nights I drink too much. Make a note: wine comes with strange dreams and stranger mornings, sometimes with strangers and sometimes alone. Oftentimes both. Some men think they know what God looks like, but you already knew that.  When I wake up in […]