Image Credit: Carsten Lenz There are four tunnels on the drive between the house I grew up in and the house I live in now. Four hours of black…
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* * * “He is the mountain streams’ own darling, the humming-bird of blooming waters, loving rocky ripple-slopes and sheets of foam as a bee loves flowers, as a lark…
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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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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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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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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…
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Image Credit: Dev Murphy My mother called me last week to tell me she had dreamed of her sister Christy’s trip to the hospital before it happened. Minor illness.…
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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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if i told you this story, how culturally illiterate would you think i am? * panic had come spurting out and i was looking for a plug to…
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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: Mercedes Floresislas-Medina “I’m a therapist. I’m a psychotherapist. I’m a mental health professional. Repeat. And breathe. Don’t forget to breathe. Breathe.” I’m frazzled by the lack of sleep…
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* * * Come sit and empty your pockets, child, and let us count what we’ve got. We can sort it this way: for me, love counts. And cancer counts.…
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