I am opposed to the idea that nonfiction maintains “inherent” qualities mainly because I reject the notion that there are parameters to how we encounter our own truths, especially when memory itself is messy and fallible and prone to altering itself to accommodate its ruptures.

David Joez Villaverde has recently appeared in Yemassee, RHINO, The Indianapolis Review, and Gravel. He was a finalist for the Antioch-Frontier Fellowship and received a scholarship to attend the Bear River Writers’ Conference. Follow him on Twitter @AcademicJuggalo...

Selah Saterstrom is the author of the novels Slab, The Meat and The Spirit Plan, and The Pink Institution. Her collection of essays, Ideal Suggestions: Essays in Divinatory Poetics, won the 2015 Essay Book Award. She teaches and lectures across the United States, and...

Tommy “Teebs” Pico is the author of the books IRL, Nature Poem, Junk, Feed, and myriad keen tweets including “sittin on the cock of gay.” Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation of the Kumeyaay nation, he now splits his time between Los Angeles and Brooklyn. He...

Rivers Solomon is a dyke, an anarchist, a she-beast, an exile, a wound, a shiv, a wreck, and a refugee of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade. They write about life in the margins, where they are much at home. Rivers Solomon graduated from Stanford University with a degree...

I like to see work that is sturdy yet vulnerable. A piece of art, for me, should be both emotionally and intellectually compelling and doesn’t rely entirely on one element. It should risk something.

In essence, I want the writers who were too ‘experimental’ (whatever that means) for the SFF magazines, but too ‘genre’ (whatever that means) for the other journals that publish experimental work.