by Anne-Marie Thompson | Aug 31, 2018
I arrived early at the Church of St. Mary at Westminster College to get my music together and try the piano. It was late April in Fulton, Missouri, cold and damp, and the morning haze set the church in a sort of numinous relief against the pervading Midwestern gray....
by Laura Williams McCaffrey | Aug 21, 2018
This is the drill. You turn off the lights. You shut and lock the doors. If there are windows, you herd your students to a corner where they can’t be seen from the windows. You tell them it’s important they stay still. You tell them it’s important they stay...
by Erica Cardwell | May 26, 2018
I could die of difference, or I could live myriad selves. Audre Lorde The enormous collage, Jheri Now, Curl Later, by L.A. artist Mark Bradford has been a part of the Brooklyn Museum’s permanent collection for over fifteen years. My love affair and subsequent...
by Ray Marsocci | May 18, 2018
I found an F. I was walking with this kid at my job, when I stepped on an F. The world can get funny sometimes. Ha ha. Ha. I found an F. I was at my job, with this kid, a boy, when I stepped on it: a cube, bevel-edged small; a bead: F. Like a lion thing, a thorn....
by Sari Fordham | May 11, 2018
I. “Just look at those boobies,” my mother said. I had never heard her utter the word “boob” before, let alone “boobies.” We were a missionary family, stopping to see relatives in Finland before moving permanently (terrifyingly) to the...
by Maria Terrone | Aug 7, 2017
The dolls never slept. They stayed wide eyed and unblinking on their shelf in my small, overheated room, watching me watch the man and woman in the apartment across the way. As a child with insomnia, I was wide eyed, too, although I would have preferred sleep....
