by Thomas Erickson | Aug 2, 2018 | Magazine Article
What kind of times are these, whento talk about trees is almost a crimebecause it implies silence about so many horrors?—Bertolt Brecht, “To Those Born Later” My sons told me that November was comingbut I didn’t believe them. There’s no wayit will ever be November, I...
by Jenna Rindo | Aug 2, 2018 | Magazine Article
of a wasp appear from layersof lace in your wedding dress.It has just enough zest leftto sting like old vows and brokenpromises. That same day you aredeep into spring cleaning yourdaughter brings homelice. Live insects are crawlingthrough her crooked part. You...
by Angela Trudell Vasquez | May 1, 2018 | Magazine Article
I prefer crowds with voices echoingup and down the train cars, city bus gears singing stop hereexhaust spewing, laughs rolling to the page—boots, heels, sneakers step on and off the curb, voices flood ears become stolen dialogue in ink. I write in public to...
by Oscar Mireles | May 1, 2018 | Magazine Article
My mother is a social worker who works in a hospitalshe makes daily visits checks her chartsshares small talk with the patientsas she brightens up their rooms My mother is a social worker who works in a hospitalshe is always the first one at the scenejust...
by Annette Grunseth | Feb 7, 2018 | Magazine Article
When you were three years old, I knocked on the men’s room door,and, taking your hand, opened the door cautiously. I’d never been in a men’s room before.Urinal against the wall, a small white cake of air freshener down in the porcelain,only one stall with a door,...
