by David Koehn The log at the base of the hot-air-balloon-sized live oak next to me shifted, collapsing with the particular sound of wood separating from wood. Something had dislodged it, and it rolled over with the familiar pop of wood freeing itself. The live oak next to the campsite was massive, measuring approximately fifteen… Continue reading Monk’s Tea with Cougars
Tag: Nonfiction
Wave Literacy
by Laura Booth It began with Lewis Carroll’s "Jabberwocky," creature fearsome and foulsome—who never succumbed, but rather jub-jubbed, headless, to the sea to terrorize me as I waded into waves for the first time—appearing in each monstrous, many-headed crowd, in the frumious gazes of the leather-faced men in their 4:3 armor, in every soldier prattling… Continue reading Wave Literacy
Inciting Incidents
by Samantha Backlund-Clapp Someday I will go to california for real, drown in the chopped lines and party particulars, observe blankly how the rough mountains dance in the ripples of heat, and cook myself dead on the miles of unending american asphalt. I will make my way to the golden state, and I will write… Continue reading Inciting Incidents
Some Kind of Parasite
by Jessie Jen The itch is somewhere deep inside. I like to imagine it’s a living creature that needs air, that absorbs the oxygen in my blood and releases little burps of gas that drift and drift to just beneath the surface, dotting my fingers with little blister-like bubbles. They ooze clear liquid when I… Continue reading Some Kind of Parasite
ฉันรักคุณและฉันขอโทษ
by Theo Halladay I showed a photo to my roommates the other day. It was taken two years ago, a full-body portrait of my brother and I dressed in traditional Thai clothing: stiff, mandarin-collared shirts with etched Sanskrit on the buttons, elaborate wrap pants, tall socks. It was my aunt’s wedding, and like any of… Continue reading ฉันรักคุณและฉันขอโทษ
A Letter to My Students
by Stone Mims To Mwila, C.T, N.R. and other Black students: As you walk across the stage on this mild, Michigan afternoon, I feel an immense pride; I feel an immense sadness. This double consciousness results from the complicated situation of your coming of age. On one hand, as I look into your bright, young… Continue reading A Letter to My Students
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