by Amanda Raber It’s not news to anyone here that we’re all having to find ways to stay entertained these days. Binge-watching shows on streaming services takes up some time, many hours are poured into social media, home improvement projects are getting crossed off our lists. For the most part I’m okay spending time with … Continue reading Trans-dimensional Housekeeping in Theory and in Practice
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How Do You Know When You Love Someone?
by Dan Schryer Is there a way to really know? At what point does time’s inevitable alchemy transform a stranger into something else, someone that envelopes the absolute center of your being, half of a whole that bears the shared weight of the world alongside you? Is it a single moment, crystallized in hindsight and … Continue reading How Do You Know When You Love Someone?
One of Those Days
by Connor Kreger A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Maybe it sounds silly, but it holds my marriage together. Jamie and I don’t usually fight. We’re not that kind of couple. We’re on the same page about most things to begin with. Sometimes we disagree about things, but we always … Continue reading One of Those Days
Possibly Thanks for Something
by Amanda Raber A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Having spent a good deal of my 20’s working as a valet attendant might have something to do with this. It wasn’t the job I imagined myself getting out of college. I chose my small liberal arts university in Central Illinois … Continue reading Possibly Thanks for Something
and I wanted to
I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
The Beauty of the Honey Bee
by Alec Meyer French girl Mavae Bonjour Your eyes are beautiful- here's a flower. I have eyes for you but eyes are all eyes eyes eyes for your seductive thighs. French girl Mavae Rouge is a ripe tomato at the same time, we could both say, "Oh." French girl Mavae Crepes, kiesh, and sheesh, you … Continue reading The Beauty of the Honey Bee
I Knew
I guess I knew once I woke up and my throat was cold and desert-dry from the determined draft seeping in from the cracked open window. I knew when the blankets were finally just warm enough, holding me captive in comfort, and not frantically cast off to alleviate the suddenly stifling straight-jacket feeling. I definitely … Continue reading I Knew
Walking Canvas
i keep dreaming of ink flowing across my body a never-ending cascade of art, permanently etched, making me smile when i wake up in the morning and shuffle to the mirror, rub the sleep from my eyes and remember that i'm a walking canvas. last night, i dreamt that my mother and i went to … Continue reading Walking Canvas
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As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in, I write your name in the sand for the 157th time. For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps it up, as though to remind me that I should just forget you. I write it again, And before I finish the last loop, the water … Continue reading 157
A Coffee, Maybe
If you looked at me a second longer, I could probably fall into your eyes, leaning closer till I lose my balance, and forget that your smile doesn't quite reach that deep deep deep aqua blue. Is it bad of me to want more? Am I greedy? This morning, I wanted to sleep more. … Continue reading A Coffee, Maybe
Write Then & There 