I imagine the hunt—visions of truth, revelations, forgiveness. A sudden, radical acceptance of the way things are: all the pain, the cruelty.
POEM OF THE WEEK
POEM OF THE WEEK
Self-Portrait as Boo Radley
By Harrison Hamm
When I was no longer welcome in church, I was welcome to my solitude. To question religion in a big empty house, haunted by bigger emptier questions.
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
Sweeter
By Yong-Yu Huang
This is what passes for dreaming in the blue house, the decay of my good days. Again, the bowl of fruit awash in the creeping light.
POETRY
POETRY
Illicit
By Cate Lycurgus
touching you is a dash in the paragraph of not touching you fragment in the sentence of not seeing you seeing you is a colon amid clauses of not seeing
FICTION
GRAPHIC STORIES
FICTION
FICTION
The Red Shoes
By Lavanya Vasudevan
At her nalangu, the girl would not sit quietly on the wooden plank and let us paint her feet with turmeric. She put on her strange red shoes.
GRAPHIC STORIES
GRAPHIC STORIES
Some Things I Actually Would Like to Elevate . . .
By Tracey K. Berglund
Women are constantly encouraged to “Elevate” our careers, our lifestyles, our portfolios, our skin care regimens, our get-aways.
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