[Image Credit: Eric Lacombe] Emerson waited alone at a bus stop while the enormous Florida sun sat on his shoulders like some sort of dumb, oppressive beast. Sweat meandered down…
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A white ibis crossed Grand Concourse when the car hit Lazarus Didaci. He glimpsed an orange bill which curved from a smudge of white feathers. Then the car, a gray…
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[Image Credit: “Fire Painting” by Louis Parsons] There were historic fires that season—all of them of the untamable sort which rips indiscriminately through town as well as through forest and…
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Ludic Writing is an offshoot of the Session Report series, which explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each…
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Ludic Writing is an offshoot of the Session Report series, which explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each…
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It wasn’t until our first pillow fight I realized that “down” meant “duck.” But it was too late. The sack of feathers was already sailing toward my head, the force…
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Ludic Writing is an offshoot of the Session Report series, which explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each…
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[Image Credit: Angel Painting by Mary DeLawder] At night I’m an angel. I unfold my seraphic wings and take flight from the roof of St. George’s Wharf. I glide free towards…
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Ludic Writing is an offshoot of the Session Report series, which explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each…
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Ludic Writing is an offshoot of the Session Report series, which explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each…
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[Image Credit: “The Amazon Warrior Before Her Final Battle” by Kazuya Akimoto] Fire licks at the sky, black with smoke and thunderclouds and marbled with sunset orange. There is a…
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ConversationFeaturedFictionInterview“Until the deep past and the present are able to touch”: A Conversation with Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint
In reading over Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint’s gracious responses to my (typically trying-too-hard) questions about her fine debut novel The End of Peril, the End of Enmity, the End of Strife,…
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They hadn’t seen him crawl under the back porch; his knees covered in dirt. It was a great hiding place for the troubled, like the brush out behind their house. …
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The funeral was on a Thursday morning. The memorial service on campus was scheduled right away for that Friday, but I told my mom I’d stay for the weekend, maybe…
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