One April night, Earth's cloudy, coal-black screen / Tore with a bellow, lashing all the streets / With myriad malformed spherules full of sheen / And coating them like chalk-white, lengthy sheets…
Despite being an old dog, he never seemed to tire of the winter. The more snow, the better. Bobalou’s celebration of each inaugural snowfall taught me to welcome the winter, to appreciate it as a season of renewal, to breathe in that cold, familiar midwestern chill as if it were a regenerative elixir.
I’ve unplugged from dark matter…every breath is a protest thing…I still care about people. Trying to fall asleep, I wonder about the sincerity of those who wear their spots on their clothes and not their skins.
Who doesn't love a a good whodunnit? We love mysteries, particularly cozy mysteries, and so we've gathered some fabulously fun short fiction in the genre. Read tales of intrigue and curiosity in our short special issue: Elementary, My Dear Marple.
What is a woman? A woman can talk peace to men consumed with hatred, anger, and fear whilst comforting little children terrified by the shells, bombs, and bullets of men at war.