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…
coming of age
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The Birds: a poem
by Guest Contributor August 5, 2021* * * My Father Caught Me a Bird My father once captured a bird in his fists I’d seen it flit by and said lo quiero From his…
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Toffee and Questions
by Guest Contributor February 25, 2020Image 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…
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WOVEN: The Flesh
by Guest Contributor February 5, 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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I’ll Be Your Millennial Hippie
by Sarah Paolantonio January 17, 2020“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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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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The Power of Blood
by Guest Contributor September 3, 2019That 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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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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Shit Town
by Guest Contributor April 19, 2019Image 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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The Hack
by Guest Contributor March 1, 2019My 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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Rochester Summers
by Guest Contributor February 12, 20191. 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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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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Not Otherwise Specified
by Alaina Symanovich June 14, 2018Image: 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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Thou Shalt Covet, a Literacy
by Guest Contributor August 17, 2017The 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…