I don’t care about duck hunting but I like magazine subscriptions. I like organizing them on the bookshelf. Puddles, the kids magazine delivered once a month to my dad’s work…
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The Birds: a poem
by Guest Contributor January 26, 2021* * * TW: Sexual Violence * * * & my पक्षिन् : (while dying inside my chest, _______________they watched dreary North European winds) for Patrick Lawler “Small quantities…
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The Birds: The Guest
by Guest Contributor November 9, 2020It was a mourning dove in the afternoon, and it was flying much faster than they do normally. A sunny afternoon too, rare in the Highlands summer, and that bird…
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The Bind(ers) of Being Constantly Photographed
by Guest Contributor May 29, 2020The photographic documentation of my life began a few weeks after I was born, and the photograph albums in my childhood home are evidence of my mother’s presence and obsession…
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Eternal Return
by Guest Contributor May 7, 2020If I could start at the beginning, I would start with the blanket: blue with white polka dots. Or was it pink, with the edges so tattered you could stick…
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WOVEN: Purging the Archives of My Mind
by Guest Contributor April 29, 2020WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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The Birds: Mr. Duck
by Guest Contributor April 17, 2020The family lore is repeated over and over. It becomes so familiar memory mixes with imagination to fill in the spaces. My sister, Maria, loved too much. Here lies Mr.…
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The Birds: Flourishes
by Guest Contributor March 31, 2020My dad was not the type to buy an animal on impulse. When I was in elementary school, his companion, which he dutifully let out to pee at increasingly narrow…
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Holy Communion
by Guest Contributor March 5, 2020My seven-year-old lies on the fuzzy rug in her shared bedroom; the ball of her right foot is on top of her left and her arms stretch out in a…
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Look-Aftering
by Angela Youngblood September 24, 2019There is a tree with a good bole on it in the side of the yard next to the drive. I can sit in it. Prop my feet up. Dangle…
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If You Jump Into My Arms I Will Catch You
by Guest Contributor August 30, 2019Paintings by Miriam Feldman According to Wikipedia, a jumper (person), in police and media parlance, is a person who plans to fall or jump from a potentially deadly height, sometimes…
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I Listened to Johnny Cash This Morning and Almost Cried
by Guest Contributor August 9, 2019My grandfather’s house stood on the corner of Beech Street in northeast Portland. The two-story home, shaded by tall and leafy trees, sat adjacent to a garage, a workspace filled…
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Dear Left Big Toe
by Guest Contributor July 30, 2019The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. -Ezra Pound, “In a Station of the Metro” Dear Big Toe on my Left Foot, …
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Literacy Narrative: Consentido
by Guest Contributor April 25, 2019There was nothing to do but climb. The turquoise sky was immeasurable above the yuyuga tree, slim branches swaying and bending with heavy fruit. At ten years old, waking life…