The officer put me on the street behind my truck. I felt the control. It didn’t feel good.
I live my life by white lies.
And poetry is white lies.
Second language is white lies too.
As well as the first.
But language is the... more
I think the dominator model will always exist in each person, just like each person has partnership qualities. After learning more about history, it does seem to me now that humans are in a process, however inconsistent and drawn-out, of recovering from extreme sexism—which reached absurd levels when people started promoting Yahweh ~3500 years ago, culminating maybe with Christianity around the first century—over millennia.
Naoko knew all too well how difficult it was to imbibe the air of a foreign culture. She had matriculated for a year at the University of Santa Barbara to study saxophone and marked each day as a progression from one shameful moment to the next.
It’s that night in the summer when your open windows mean nothing, when your bed is just stuffed heat
My daughter stood on tiptoe by the metal grocery cart and told me we needed two more bags of Colby Jack.
StreetRepeat is an online project curated by photographer Julie Hrudova that aims to recognize similarities and repetition within the... more
Ten Thousand Lackluster Lakes
people always say, “i hear it rains a lot
over there,” as if nothing... more
He had a disciplined approach to all things that surely came from the military. For breakfast it was always two hard boiled eggs – you imagined he swallowed them whole – but on the road, he allowed one indulgence: a short stack of pancakes.
It’s someone’s job to bury the dead.
“I was just thinking about you,” he emailed, a week later. “I’m rereading The Bell Jar.”
They were not in Brooklyn, California, a nice suburb outside D.C.
They were in West Virginia.
Hey, here’s an idea: how about you don’t spend half the period texting your boyfriend, and then he won’t dump you in the middle of class. Ever think of that? Maybe you talk to him like a human being instead of sending him a bunch of fucking sideways sad faces.
Two years later, I fell in love with a boy whose devotion to The Smiths matched my own.
He paints using the ashes of the towers in his watercolors.
The first line in the Medieval Times employee handbook is “The King always wins” even though really it’s the Champion Knight who wins and every move of the nightly joust is scripted to ensure that always happens...
