Karlo Sevilla How a Cove Is Formed The shore circles forward its arms in ballet’s first position, then in its open embrace nests ocean’s fingertip. Karlo Sevilla is a Filipino freelance writer whose country has been undergoing “interesting times” after the Philippine national elections.
Read MoreKeith Nunes the woebegone days Her casual callousness halved my weight, changed the tone of my voice, frightened off my friends and decimated my serotonin. Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever comes after waking up.
Read MoreKeith Nunes I said what! Everything’s at stake when you leave the tight security of sleep and appear downstairs among the rubble of last night’s truth-telling rampage. Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever comes after waking up.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Diamond Sky We found ourselves beneath a sky we couldn’t recognize, one made of waves undulating in the night like the diamond belly of a snake, until we heard sirens calling us to huddle in the basement of our fears as something passed over, a shadow without shape that swept us out to […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Incongruity On the neighbor’s car four decals: a stick figure humping the word IT, a screw up against the letter U, a skeletal hand with its middle finger raised, and from the cross, a mournful Jesus staring down. Steve Klepetar lives in Saint Cloud, Minnesota, next door to some neighbors who will never […]
Read MoreCody Badaracca Poetry Scattering the words into the high caverns of my skull, I mince through, looking for ones that shine and try to make sense of them the way Creole-hoodoo-mystics read fortunes in coffee dregs and paprika, or crazies pick out secret government messages in cereal commercials. Like Bigfoot and aliens, Cody Badaracca […]
Read MoreCody Badaracca Carpenter’s Lament “MOTHER #**#$%!! THIS @$*! I SWEAR THIS #$$$ $%% AND ##@ %^ YOU’LL $&% $#$$ %#%!!!$##%!!!” ( “Lo, for I know the pain of the hammer that misses its mark.”) Like Bigfoot and aliens, Cody Badaracca is out there, somewhere, waiting.
Read MoreIan Willey Faculty Development Seminar It’s possible that the woman sitting in front of me has never been told, or observed on her own, that the three moles on the back of her neck look just like Orion’s Belt, as seen in the southern sky in the wee hours of a chilly autumn morning, when […]
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