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We Talk about the Wind, by Alexis David
The cat tails loft upward, moving in the breeze. This a place of light, where we are made of light, where we float on water.
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Jun 19, 20227 min read


On the Road to Fayetteville, by Tom Wade
In early 1972, I stayed for a short while with my parents in Kansas City after spending the previous year and a half as a volunteer poverty
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Jan 19, 202210 min read


Things They Don’t Teach You, by Laura Gaddis
The following are things I didn’t learn during my birthing class: How you should maybe consider taking the birthing class well before...
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Dec 10, 20214 min read


Loyalty, by Judith Weckman
Maranda is twenty-five years old, has purple hair, a nose ring, and big blue glasses. She’s a trained opera singer, having graduated from...
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Oct 20, 20217 min read


Liminal Spaces, by Gwendolin McCrea
The summer that I was seventeen, I worked for my uncle and aunt at their rustic cabin resort in northern Minnesota. They gave me my own...
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Sep 13, 20215 min read


Weather Story, by Kim Horner
On Aug. 8, 2011, the temperature in Dallas was expected to soar above 100 for the 37th day in a row. The big question was whether we...
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Jul 21, 20214 min read


Gracie's Gift, by Lindsey Morrison Grant
I did not have any kinship with plants of any kind growing up. My experience was all vicarious. I was envious of my grandmother's ability...
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Jun 9, 20212 min read


I Have Always Relied on the Kindness of Strangers, by Jillian Damiani
Between New York and Connecticut: March 11, 2020 With a CVS-manufactured cane covered in cheap florals and two bags worth of case folders...
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May 19, 20216 min read


Hibakujumoku, by Maxwell Suzuki
Hibakujumoku is a Japanese term for trees that have survived the blast of an atomic bomb. The same blast that vaporized men, women, and...
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Apr 28, 20217 min read


Lies I’ll Tell My Son, by Michael Keenan Gutierrez
My great-grandfather was a bookie. This is true. He worked a corner in downtown Los Angeles back in the 30s and 40s, running a newspaper...
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Feb 24, 20214 min read


Crossroad, by Helena Rho
Joseon, August 1961. She stood at the crossroad, crying. Not weeping, just a constant stream of tears. Dust from a passing car covered...
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Jan 6, 20219 min read


Graduation Photographs, by Caitlin Upshall
On the morning of May 23rd, I dwindle down my outfits to two; neither one overly flashy, and both terrifically practical for a photo...
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Dec 23, 20205 min read
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