She was creeping around at night looking for food. Well, it wasn’t really night, only just past sundown, and the call from the mosque still hung in the blackening air,…
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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…
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My great-grandfather killed his wife. Negligent homicide they’d call it today. Good intentions gone wrong. I’d heard the story of that blistering summer’s eve over a century ago a thousand…
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MISS runs twice a month as a part of The New Comics. Read our interview with Emily James here. Want to be considered for The New Comics? Send work to Comics Curator Keith McCleary via the Entropy submissions…
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The last time I belonged there, I straddled the steam hissing off the asphalt with my right foot on the curb at Charlotte Douglas International and my left on the rubber mat…
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Two armed guards with tasers and guns strapped to their hips will search our packages and purses as we enter my synagogue to attend services on Rosh Hashanah. A guard…
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When I was ten, and my sister, Eunice, was eleven, we made a suicide pact. With a rusty hacksaw we snitched from my father’s workbench; we huddled on the wooden…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayMusic
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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You sit up straight in the hard plastic chairs in the cold conference room waiting to meet your potential new foster daughter, absently rubbing your knuckles raw with your thumb.…
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On a bright Wednesday morning in March, we leave for daycare and work because that is what we do, even when we’ve spent the evening in Trauma One of Children’s…
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Image Credit: Bailey Pennington In that very moment—hearing the doctor strip his hands free of the latex gloves he had just used in the examination room—my worst nightmare was…
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My girlfriend and I were walking back to my place from Target, whose red, illuminated sign had become my new moon, when I saw the Dumpster sitting behind the Cineplex…
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Image Credit: Daiga Ellaby Before we met in person, we talked on the telephone, matching alto timbres warm in our ears. This was decades before you could spit in a…
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There are so many ways to tell a story about desperation, and I have considered them all. I keep coming back to the same dark room in an eighth-floor Chicago…