Hester L. Furey
Our greatest sins as a nation in the US have sprung from our desire for simple, ham-handed tales with which to manage the world. What has saved us is our variety, the multiplicity of margins, our collective failure to live in the same symbolic reality, our unpredictable … view
The immense scale of the vast steppe, open vistas and the sense of emptiness, made me aware of the smallness and humbleness of the human scale. The total sensory void has a cleansing effect on my soul. The featureless landscape readjusted my mind and the gut-shaking, bone-rattling rides on bumpy … view
The strangest thing about Robert is how his voice changed in the years after he died. In the beginning, it was the wailing of a newborn infant, always at the other end of the house from where I was. Sometimes, the voice laughed – the happiest little infant giggles from … view
And so, the sexual assaults continued.
The police did their part, but it was not the part that the law called for. They did all they could, but still, protest persisted.
Eventually, the cops hauled in Huge. That name was the only one anyone alive knew for him — even … view
James Croal Jackson
I open my eyes and watch the tiny feet do their little dance under the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, open them again, and watch an exact replay. One more time to be sure. I close and open my eyes, and the third performance lets me know all is … view