Image Credit: Hassaan Ahmed of apertureimages In 2007 Gulshan, it was hard to be a seven year old. It was hard to wake up everyday in the thrall of…
coming of age
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WOVEN 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 vessel that takes you on this journey will safely bring you home.” My psychonaut smiles and says, “see you on the other side.” I take a deep breath and…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayMusic
Sex, Sax, and Smoothies: Confessions of a Teenage Dave Matthews Fan
by Guest Contributor December 27, 2019In the winter of my junior year in high school, my mom and dad took a ten-day trip to China, leaving me at home to fend for myself. It was,…
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That first menstruation was a shock. Bleary eyed, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the blood, spotty and sticky and dark—yet undoubtedly from my own…
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Creative Nonfiction / Essay
Fathers Could Take Their Sons to Biltmore
by Guest Contributor June 15, 2019When I was a boy, my dad always said not to be like him. People would say, “You look just like your Daddy,” which I heard so often he sometimes…
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Image Credit: George Coletrain There’s nothing like being young, and leaving some place. —Bruce Springsteen There’s not a lot to love about being from New Jersey. There’s the…
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My friends and I waited our turn to ride the Model T. It idled on the edge of Alvina Elementary’s grass field, spitting oil, coughing smoke, rattling, shuddering. Black fenders…
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1. I have only one photograph of Alex left: standing behind the cash register of Sunflower Pool. His brother Tom is there, too. I’m in the chemical section. I…
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Creative Nonfiction / Essay
The Lies I Told and the Sex I Didn’t Have
by Guest Contributor November 5, 2018When I was thirteen years old, I had all of the answers. If you wanted to have a good life, all you needed to do was pray every night and…
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Image: Gulf of Mexico during Hurricane Hermine You should know that I was never bulimic. Not bulimic-bulimic. You should also know that the first time I made myself throw…
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The first time I took a travel brochure, I felt ashamed. The second time, too. It wasn’t exactly stealing, but all the same they signified the unreachable, things I could…