Monthly Archives: September 2019
by Gabe Gunnink | Sep 20, 2019 |
Rosalía manages to marry the coolness of a modern pop auteur with the sublime terror of a Dalí painting.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Sep 19, 2019 |
Ambition requires imagination, but it is not satisfied with daydreams.
by Ben DeVries | Sep 18, 2019 |
Maybe my own childhood obsession with Jesus’s nuke-bright descent onto little Lansing, Illinois, reflected my peripheral engagement with wider, turn-of-the-millennium Evangelical culture
by Laura Sheppard | Sep 17, 2019 |
What is a “QINTAR” and why do I “SUQ” so much at this game?
by Kyric Koning | Sep 16, 2019 |
But—a precaution—do not be prejudiced. My prerogative was purely positive.
by Courtney Zonnefeld | Sep 15, 2019 |
Several things happen at once: ba-boom. Flicker. Shatter.
by Abby Zwart | Sep 12, 2019 |
So I guess I’m waiting. Statistically, that shoe’s gotta fall sometime.
by Matt Cambridge | Sep 11, 2019 |
What you’re really saying is “I’m fairly certain I’m right but I also want you to know how humble I am.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2019 |
Pondering infinity serves little practical purpose in our finite lives, yet the concept thrills and inspires.
by Josh Parks | Sep 8, 2019 |
When scrawled or scratched on the skin of a beast
Or the earth’s frozen entrails, or the flesh
Of a leaf-maker, then I last longer.
by Josh deLacy | Sep 6, 2019 |
I don’t know what home means without you.
by Alex Johnson | Sep 5, 2019 |
I began to evaluate and push back and question. How much was I erased as a student? Where did my own beliefs lie dormant as I absorbed others’ words?
by Comfort Sampong | Sep 4, 2019 |
I picked through the trash for the unraveled strands of yarn and carried them outside.
by Ansley Kelly | Sep 3, 2019 |
When unchecked, they are bad toddlers, eating bags of gummy bears and staying up all night.
by Cotter Koopman | Sep 2, 2019 |
I can never remember summer in the midst of a polar vortex, but I’m comforted and chastised that it comes.
by Katerina Parsons | Sep 1, 2019 |
After I have been
Back in the United States for a few weeks, I find myself
Crying at the strangest things.
