Monthly Archives: August 2019
by Jeffrey Peterson | Aug 24, 2019 |
Moral: Take care, even when ye be in Haeyste, to not do that which woulde Waste Tyme later, for from Haeyste proceedeth only Waeyste.
by Alex Westenbroek | Aug 23, 2019 |
Clark and Tessie came immediately to the back screen door, already vocalizing their hunger. No Lewis.
by Sadie Burgher | Aug 22, 2019 |
The memory of their faces in this moment is one of two life events that can make me cry on cue.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Aug 21, 2019 |
Have you ever noticed how intimate sitcoms are?
by Gabe Gunnink | Aug 20, 2019 |
I’m writing about the extraordinary.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Aug 19, 2019 |
How many other transitions in life are like this: inevitable, beautiful, a blessing, and a pain so deep its aches reverberate through generations.
by Ben DeVries | Aug 18, 2019 |
Between the Jes I think I know and that other Jes, the inexhaustible Jes, the one who slips briefly into view whenever she offers an unexpected comment, a laugh out of place, a sideways glance.
by Laura Sheppard | Aug 17, 2019 |
You wait to feel something, see a vision, hear a heavenly voice. But it’s quiet. The tomb is empty.
by Kyric Koning | Aug 16, 2019 |
Light, after all, functions as both a particle and a wave.
by Will Montei | Aug 14, 2019 |
what if status updates become souls.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2019 |
Oh forget it, I’ll just buy everything online.
by Abby Zwart | Aug 12, 2019 |
It’s a little weird that I, of all people, feel nervous being watched. Being watched is literally my job.
by Matt Cambridge | Aug 11, 2019 |
Alas, I know my life is difficult, even torturous.
by Jordan Petersen Kamp | Aug 10, 2019 |
I get why a customer might need to believe I am serious and resolute in my work and not somebody who has the Wikipedia page for Pokémon open on another browser.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2019 |
I’ll forgive you for ignoring all of this if you just answer your emails.
by Josh Parks | Aug 8, 2019 |
This workshop is tuition-free, assignment-free, and pretty stress-free, but soon I’ll be back at my own school, and the cloud of duties will descend.
by Josh deLacy | Aug 6, 2019 |
Cognitive functions deteriorate with exhaustion; I once hallucinated midnight bicyclists and figures running through the woods after summiting Mt. Rainier.
by Alex Johnson | Aug 5, 2019 |
I’m trying to lean into the messiness, letting myself engage grief in the middle ground.
by Comfort Sampong | Aug 4, 2019 |
Who would catch me if I broke rank and fell into new, unknown ideas? Who would listen if I loosened my mouth and spoke?
by Ansley Kelly | Aug 3, 2019 |
Cookies are a way of saying I can’t fix all of the hurt, or make the bad days go away.
by Cotter Koopman | Aug 2, 2019 |
“Con · ces · sion:
a thing that is granted, especially in response to demands;
a thing conceded.”
by Katerina Parsons | Aug 1, 2019 |
21. Sometimes my life seems to spark like a live wire, and I feel intoxicated by its opportunity and potential.
