Guai Girl By Anyu Ching FollowFollowFollow I often find myself thinking about the first time. The sound and spring of it. How the unconscious, bite-sized action of an even smaller child would go on to spur a lifetime of torment and disdain. Had I learned how to talk...
The Lay of Our Land by Angela Belcher Epps FollowFollowFollow I’m finally hitting my stride after last semester’s rocky start. It was a maddening experience because everything looked great on paper. My lesson plans aligned so perfectly with the State standards for...
I. Beautiful day for war, fields of yellowing leaves speckled with black spots buffering centuries of secrets stuck in the soil whispering to any root that’ll listen to its’ stories. Put down your weapons, pick up your ploughs. II. The earth has never faltered under...
My birthday twin died today. I knew almost nothing about him, except that he and I were born on the exact same date. We were the same age until around 11am this morning when I began to grow steadily older than him. Every morning at the hospital where I work as a...
