unable to tell her your feelings towards transporting fossil fuels along the columbia and burning coal trains on tribal land just saying i feel like a caged animal find your peace she says walk on the beach hide in the
Food Sovereignty
the houma of louisiana blessed the beginning of shrimp season as oil spilled thru their watersheds politicians said the cost of protecting the estuaries is not worth your community the houma sow their healing plants on higher ground now
We Were Blind Drunk By Noon
We were blind drunk by noon. I woke up in my car when the sun was fading out. My grogginess fell away, replaced by mounting horror. We were in the parking lot of the LL Bean flagship store. I had
Suburbia
In the foreign lexicon, there is a word for space. It opens, and carpenter ants file out, forward momentum of the villain and the god. Middle-class ennui lacks stakes. What will advance the plot, save for Archimedes’ proof, the caves
Dementia Journal
In the cooling light of morning, I swept the yeast from the corners of my eyes. I put on wheat, cooked the toast that is, spread the crisp with orange jelly. Spoons spilled out of the drawer. Although I had
One Less Lonely Girl
Everyone knew about Max’s obsession with Justin Bieber, so they didn’t want to hang out with him. They felt they were given no choice. When a boy you’ve gone to school with for most of your short lives turns from
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To begin as if found, these grounds of life and cups that startle each day out of the past’s fountain, that we believe not when but where we can, cycles of doubt and fervent appearances of a beginning called out
Aftermaths (Three Stories)
1 Today we made a bonfire. Your story in things, its cross-stitched lie, up in smoke. Face wily on every channel—you when you sneaked up, surprised me; you when you squealed and ran, said “Boo!” 2 It isn’t until Fifth
Featured Visual Artist Issue #16
We can manipulate physical space by means of focusing the eye on varying highlights and shadows; this duality of forces – this play on negative space – is the drive behind my choice to integrate light into the art. When
My Body, A Hospital
This is not as I expected. In this mess, you shall not miss me, I have decided. Ready for war, Such fireworks, they upset me. Blood falls down. Oh, how I envy you! You are always there As roots cling