* * * Bluebird___After The Memorial Granny was busy—sweeping and folding we’d not visited at all since she lost the daughter I’d lost my mother.___Granny, please sit. She perched on…
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* * * 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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I never knew my lola. Every few months, I would hear her voice crackle through the phone from the other side of the Earth. On the mantel, I would see…
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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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Creative Nonfiction / EssayFeaturedAll My Best Words Were Hers: A Literacy Narrative on Ursula K. Le Guin
The messages stream in, from friends, acquaintances, strangers. “Thought of you when I heard the news.” I am grateful for their thoughtfulness and ashamed at the attention. The well wishes…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayCultureFeaturedMusicI don’t know what they’re talking about. But the music is good. by Jeff Alessandrelli
Illustration Credit: Zachary Schomburg Excerpt from The Man on High—Essays on skateboarding, hip-hop, poetry and The Notorious B.I.G. “Since his first album, Jay-Z has simplified his intricate rhyme style: his…
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We put on our jackets to go up to the roof of Liz’s building in Brooklyn. Liz carried a Ziploc bag, and I carried a pack of cigarettes. When I…