My seven-year-old lies on the fuzzy rug in her shared bedroom; the ball of her right foot is on top of her left and her arms stretch out in a…
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That first menstruation was a shock. Bleary eyed, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the blood, spotty and sticky and dark—yet undoubtedly from my own…
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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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What they don’t tell you about glaciers is that they’re filthy. Ancient ice, full of pure, colorless, extinct breath, captures ash too. It gets streaked with it. At Jokulsarlon in…
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HELLO MUSSOLINI runs Mondays and Wednesdays as a part of The New Comics. Want to be considered for The New Comics? Send work to Comics Curator Keith McCleary via the Entropy submissions page. HELLO…
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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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By Julia Dauer Photograph courtesy Julia Dauer My mother got my name from a movie. Julia came out in 1977, eleven years before I was born. It starred Vanessa Redgrave…
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My mother blamed my recent bad luck on my refusal to go to church, and she harangued my friend Etor to do something about it. He wasn’t a Catholic, which…
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FeaturedFictionInterview“Just one deep longing that wounds again and again and again”: A Conversation With Doug Rice
How to account for, much less explain, America’s malaise? Is it that our politics lack imagination, or that our imaginations too easily give into the temptations of ostensibly ideology-free escapism?…
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God Help the Child by Toni Morrison 2015, Knopf 192 pages – Knopf / Amazon Toni Morrison’s new novel starts with the conviction “It’s not my fault” and ends with the…