Indelible in the Hippocampus: Writings from the Me Too Movement edited by Shelly Oria McSweeney’s, September 2019 192 pages / Amazon   “Unlike other forms of psychological disorders,” Bessel van…

Word of the day: “hleów-feðer” – lit. “shelter-feather” (Anglo-Saxon); a comforting or protective arm placed around someone or something. (Robert Macfarlane, posted on Instagram, November 10, 2017) The cardinals’ nest…

             “We may be the only sane family you have,” Uncle Olin yelled from the front seat of his red and white Chevy Impala. He laughed. “Hate to say that,…

Noah Warren is the author of The Complete Stories (Copper Canyon, 2021), and The Destroyer of the Glass (2016), winner of the Yale Series of Younger Poets. He is a doctoral student in English at…

  Trumpet vine takes root   among incipient tomato                         deepunder and around all obstacles it presses               on through packed crowded nesses—I just     I imagine a dry clicking—it must be…

I was standing at a bus shelter in Smithfield when it suddenly occurred to me that I was quite alone. I had been staring at a spot on the ground,…

Installation shot, The Fulfillment Center at the Black Cube Headquarters, 2019; image courtesy of the artists and Black Cube. Photo: Third Dune Productions Fetishizing the warehouse in America feels like…

Image Credit: Ray Nalangan   (Please Wake Up)   I remember the first time I saw Sarah. I was working for the Department of Physical Therapy in the intensive care…

Typically, I don’t understand the irritatingly persistent appeal of French food. I have little interest in the incessant barrage of cookbooks, the well-lit photos, the homages and journeys all dedicated…

Creation by Sylvia Nickerson Drawn & Quarterly, September 2019 192 pages / Amazon   Sylvia Nickerson is a gentrifier—a label that would cause many in the neo-upwardly mobile community to…

  The moon is far away, but still it sways the tides   Never look at the black sun, my grandmother tells my mother. My mother is a child, and…

A tiny song sparrow lights on the feeder. It peeps as it eats. Casts its little bead-black eyes up and around incessantly, scanning for hawks, falcons, danger. The chickens in…

Hi everyone, and welcome back to this month’s Stars to Stories. I’m glad to have you with me. There’s a frenzy in the air right now, an on-going murmuring, a…

A new series, The Waters, is looking for written submissions as part of our ongoing Calls For Submissions: I’m interested in water. The waviness of it. The ocean. Bodies of water.…