The Death of Harold Cassidy Colton Huelle __________ In the days following Harold Cassidy’s death, Joy’s Facebook feed was clogged with lengthy tributes to the late novelist and links to even lengthier blog posts about his contribution to American literature. Writers and critics of all stripes crawled out of the…
Read MoreSilhouette of a Girlhood Meghana Mysore __________ Lakshmi winced when she heard a thudding from upstairs. The kettle was on for chai, and its whistle grew from a tame whisper to a high-pitched scream. She turned off the kettle and ran upstairs to the bathroom where Mamatha took her showers.…
Read MoreOlympians Kent Kosack __________ The kick becomes a glide in a graceful shuffle as Jon’s skis cruise along the cross-country trails carved into the ice-crusted snow of Lapland Lake, his body cruising with them, his thoughts and fears and hopes and memories cruising too, concurrent, behind, ahead, the same groomed…
Read MoreWe never really lived there. We were just occupants. Not much more than squatters, but I detest that word, as it implies destitution, squalor, and illegality. No, there was nothing sinister or nefarious behind our status. We were in transition; our stay was temporary.
Read MoreDirect Message from April Mitchell
Mar 9 – 5:15 PM
OMG MAGGIE ARE YOU OKAY
Directors and members of the community attending in person or via Zoom, good evening. I know many of you are eager to hear my comments regarding my recent trip over Thanksgiving break about which so many have said so much on social media, but there are other matters I should tend to first.
Read MoreEverybody’s Everybody by Brady Achterberg My friend Dan died the other day. That’s fine by me apparently. I don’t get sad for shit. I am a dumb animal that only responds to physical pain. I used to think it was because I was young but now I’m 31 and the…
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