I roll up my sleeves instead of opening the driver’s side window, worried that a couple different emotions – jealousy, anger, confusion – will be snorted up my nostrils. Long Island in the spring, there’s nothing quite like it. Like the suns appearance after 67 straight days of darkness in Barrow, Alaska. A feeling of relief.
Fragments of a Silicon Valley Childhood by Ary Chest Because most of the companies that make it famous are headquartered in the small towns surrounding the large but sleepy city of San Jose, growing up in Silicon Valley is generally written off as any suburban upbringing. To me, that was never the case. While, like
The Student Reading by Paul Florez Back in July, I wrote at length about my hopes and fears for the first student reading I’d be hosting at The New School. The story was published with Slice magazine, and I ended it on a relatively positive note, saying we’ll have to wait till September to see
Oh ye elven wunderkinds
a generation of Willenials
filled with the wisdom
only I, Robot money can buy.
Lindsay Hunter Gets Down and Dirty with Ugly Girls Within our personal existence there’s so many experiences we will never truly know. A select few of us experience the vast, depthless wonder of stepping onto the moon, while others live in the lap of luxury, afforded the gifts of all creation at their whim. There
A Flash Fiction piece by Kelsey Jayne Marshall
She’s serving it:
a god’s honest
live kitten accessory.
I’m sure all this sounds silly. I’ve had guys tell me that they own one pair of sneakers, wear them every day, and buy a new pair only when the shoes become un-wearable. (I have no clue what un-wearable means because I keep all my sneakers in Sistine-Chapel-clean condition, but I’ll get there later).
A blandly beautiful baby
will be entering the world
swaddled in cloth
it shall be invisible
“It’s totally human to imagine our current world, lost. Perhaps it’s a way to understand death, to translate it from the personal loss, the obliteration of self, to a larger, cultural one.”