The Razor is a literary magazine produced by Gotham Writers Workshop. We publish two pieces each month—one fiction, one nonfiction. Each published piece will be presented with audio and original artwo...

What I’m ‘bout to say don’t matter now. That’s why I’m finally saying it.  Papa’s gone. Them two white men been gone. And I’m near ‘bout gone. So I’m not worried. For a long time, I thought I was a ki...

The Razor is a literary magazine produced by Gotham Writers Workshop. We publish two pieces each month—one fiction, one nonfiction. Each published piece will be presented with audio and original artwo...

We flew out of SFO for Fort Walton Beach, Florida, my wife, my young daughter and me. I stepped out of the airport holding my daughter in my arms and my wife’s hand in mine. The humidity was so thick ...

The Razor is a literary magazine produced by Gotham Writers Workshop. We publish two pieces each month—one fiction, one nonfiction. Each published piece will be presented with audio and original artwo...

Our car is big as a boat and eats up the road. Out in Nevada, everything is blue and gold. The scenery is blurred as a smudged Polaroid: the foreground smears with speed, but the mountains behind are ...

Grandma was just buried, but ninety-year-old Gramps looked so completely together while lapping up his consolatory lasagna that I could only thank goodness for the good genes. I returned from the buff...