* * * Tillandsia Tillandsia; quiet birds of the forests, Perched and flocked ‘tween ebbing bark, of arboreal tenements; nests, of tropical richness where dreams embark. “What of life do…
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A warm, tender wind swirled inside the hollow as the rising sun shimmered over the edge of the opening. The nest felt more comfortable than I could ever remember, making…
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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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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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“Where ya going buckaroo?” Casey said, taking off his headphones and tossing them on to the desk. I shrugged. “Out, I think.” “I thought you said you were exhausted?” “I…
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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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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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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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We were the McGill Girls. The phenom that rose from the ashes of my parents’ brutal divorce. Pulled tightly together, a mother and her two girls, arms interlocked and nestled…
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The 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, …