Winter is here and I ache with it. My chest shrivels up like all the dead things buried in the ground, or under a thin layer of ivory setting powder. My body slumbers in an icicle embrace. The flurries gust, shaking my thoughts snow globe style til I am as topsy turvy as the […]
I visited a nursing home three weeks ago and this might sound awful scratch that this is the worst thing I have ever said and probably the worst thing I will ever say every single person in that building was already dead. There were corpses rotting from the inside out being sat in front [&h
Smoldering Dreams — a golden shovel poem after Robert Frost, author of Bond and Free Please, don’t cast your love on me, I fear I’ll splinter. Why has the wide-open country withered to earth and bone. To circling walls. To snow — smothering that which ventures out. A dream she
By Lindsay Jankowski Cookbook for life Imagine life came with a cookbook, chock full of suggestions and answers to all of life’s problems. Unsure how to approach your mom about changing your career? Consult page 552 on “mother-daughter conflict” for a step-by-step list. Think you’re going
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
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