No one seemed to know. Is writer an identity that goes away if you don’t renew it? Is it something with an expiration date?
I always liked the word periodicals. As a child the word sounded archaic and obscure to me.
The essay I wanted to right was poignant, with one, maybe two tiny truths, a little inspiring and original, definitely original.
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I am a Virgo. What this means, for those of you who don’t follow such pastimes as how one’s personality traits may or may not align to one’s astrological sign, is that I pride myself on structure, organization, punctuality, reliability. I am nothing, I think to myself, if […]
In advance of our upcoming spring print issue, be sure to check out not only the new prose and poetry, but also this essay by Mary Ruefle. Imagination In This Issue | Spring 2018 Mira Martin-Parker Mother’s Face Robert Vivian All The Rivers Of My Days Shoshana Lovett-Graff Latent […]
She covered her walls in post-punk flyers and ironic unicorn drawings in suggestive poses. In a “sexy yeti” costume she carved pumpkins in the basement and left the seeds and innards to dry on the floor.
It’s confession time. I am a mere tinkerer and a dabbler with a library card. I read, and I write; but I did not study English Literature and I still can’t afford to send myself on a writing retreat (never mind the heady heights of an MA in […]