Typing half-churned poetry, touching screens with a tongue, bearing in mind the doomsday clock. Â Putting passive voice on resumes, love letters, and easily hacked apps, I think Romanticism is back. Â The lexicon is overflowing, overtaxing, and overstaying its welcome.The NYC, Luddite teens had a
Did Joseph have to babysit Jesus so Mary could go to her little sleepovers? She must’ve placed a cute baby pout on her lips and told him girls need a bit of fun. Then she’d arrive at Elizabeth’s in her pink bunny slippers, those fluffy ears bouncing along with her tapping toes and stay up [&
I pause and rewind the Tiktokker, his hands dicing an onion paper thin. There is not one hiding among the murasaki sweet potatoes I am saving in the corner of the chipped pantry shelf, shallots substitute. They hit the skillet with a sizzle, the pale purple ghosts around the pan on a slip n’ slide
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Gabrielle Crone       Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
