Somebody Might See You Standing There – Stephen Morehead
Tuesday, January 28, 2014 12:33 — 9 Comments
Here’s the reason why the top of the mug is a circle: Because every time you take a sip of coffee, it centers you. It brings you back to one spot. The epicenter. The dot in the middle of the page of math homework where lines intersect. It’s the ganglion that allows us to bow our head and bring ourselves together before the nerve tendrils relax and uncurl out to our surroundings and, from there, into the world. That’s why, at the cafe inside the hospital where I work, I drink coffee all day long—because working customer service to several […]
Remembering Myself Reading Derridà – Hege Lepri
Monday, January 27, 2014 11:35 — 0 Comments
“This is just the beginning,†my father says, handing me two of the boxes from his vantage-point half-way up the ladder. The stuffy smell of mould and dust creates an aura around the boxes. The brown cardboard is turning grey and green in certain spots. I’ve spent weeks worrying about this chore. Old nightmares have returned to ride me across the night sky. Though gentler and more forgiving than they used to, they have me worried.
Inspiration and Perversity in Cumbaya – Ahsan Butt
Tuesday, January 21, 2014 11:29 — 0 Comments
It had all the makings of a night that would fall through. The logistics were becoming more complicated by the second. Last minute costume shopping had been a bust. The hour long commute to the party was beginning (*maybe*) an hour late. So while we huddled around the passenger-side window of a cab pleading with the driver to let all 5 of us in — against the literal law, but in the spirit of the compassionate Virgin, who was hanging from his rear-view mirror — the prospect of driving through Quito to costume-lessly attend a Halloween party whose host I didn’t know lost any […]
Why Ryan Should Like Me: 34 TOP REASONS – Elaina G. Smith
Tuesday, December 31, 2013 12:05 — 1 Comment
(Wherein I address my 13-year-self, who listed her 34 top attributes on a piece of notebook paper written in pencil)
A Deep But Dazzling Darkness – Philip Kobylarz
Monday, December 23, 2013 13:46 — 0 Comments
(on the book by Constance Rowell Mastores, Blue Light Press, 2013 $15.95)Â
Namesake – Darren Davis
Tuesday, October 22, 2013 12:24 — 0 Comments
Every day I receive emails meant for other people named Darren Davis. One time, things got tragic.Â
FOR WHOM THE CLOWN SELLS – John Wesley Horton
Tuesday, September 17, 2013 10:49 — 0 Comments
Among the educated, jet-setting class, eating at McDonald’s is like making out with your cousin. You may do it, but you don’t speak of it. Still, the first time I visited Rome, a super-sized effigy of the clown himself looked down on me from a second floor balcony on Via del Corso, the main shopping drag. Adopting the classic contraposto stance, one hand raised, fingertips pressed together as if to draw an invisible curtain, Ronald McDonald inveigled pedestrians, as if to say, “Friends, Romans, countrymen, come and eat here.â€
In Mong Kok – Claire Miye Stanford
Thursday, September 5, 2013 11:55 — 0 Comments
I arrived in Hong Kong in the summer of 2006, the day before the annual Dragon Boat Festival. I had just graduated from college, and, without knowing exactly how, had found myself on the long flight, on my way to teach English for a month. Just a month. This is not one of those stories that ends with me falling in love with the place and staying longer, or falling in love with the place and returning year after year, or falling in love with the place and all of its contradictions and difficulties – which in Hong Kong are […]
Good ‘Oogs – Rich Smith
Wednesday, August 7, 2013 12:07 — 0 Comments
A healthy crowd of people (maybe 50? 60?) gave up a few hours of good August twilight and crammled down the stairs into Elliott Bay’s underground book-cathedral reading room. They were an interesting bunch, diverse in age if not in hair color—lots of blonds. They were young, old, in-between; they were established in the lit scene, brand new, or professed to not know what the hell I meant by “lit scene;” they were locals and they were out-of-towners. I got a sort of fuzzy sense that the majority of the attendees might actually have just been readers and not writers […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
