If I could start at the beginning, I would start with the blanket: blue with white polka dots. Or was it pink, with the edges so tattered you could stick…
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Chris set the reusable Viegut Funeral Home bag on the conveyer belt, went through security and waited. He wore the only pair of shorts he owned and one of his…
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Lana del Rey’s new single “Looking for America,” brings me to tears on first listen. Like her, the America I once naively believed in was only a myth. Patriotism shattered…
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In the months following Abbey’s overdose, I wrote about her endlessly. I made lists about things she loved (frozen yogurt, Pusheen, sunglasses), noted specific details I was afraid that I…
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Image Credit: Mural drawn onto the side of the bus shelter at 46th Avenue & Taraval in San Francisco, CA I tried to behave. Then there was the night I…
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Annie was my mother’s older sister, and she read fortunes for a living. She could divine meaning from cards spread across a kitchen table top to determine whether a husband…
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Website Submission Guidelines Interview with Josh Dale, Editor-in-Chief How did Thirty West Publishing House start? It was in my 3rd year of undergrad at Temple University. I recently switched my…
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The woman was limping toward me, using a black and green umbrella as a cane. I was standing at the bus stop on Second and Washington in Hoboken on a…
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I remember being in a large white, paneled, cafeteria. There were about twenty vertical lunch tables for recipients to sit firmly while they waited for their names to be called.…
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Image Credit: Thomas Deininger Face it. Wallace Stevens was sucking up to death when he called her the mother of all beauty. I can’t blame him. My mother was a…
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By Logan February A name is something given, passed like a note that was never meant to be read because the receiver already knows what it says. But I…
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Here in this courtyard with its garden chairs, washing line, grass shooting feebly out of the ground, a patio for the semi-productive crazies, there is a line beaming through all…