Putting On Face Cream In Front Of The Mirror

by Ashly Curtis She’s not dead yet, but someday—my fingers tremble at the thought, performing my nightly ritual.I dip my middle finger in the soft white bowl and smear youthon my cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, stick out tongue at my reflectionin the glass, like she did at me when I was her mirror.For a brief moment, I call her spirit Read More

Connect

She flutters through cyberspace like a ponderous, punctured zeppelin. A couple likes here, some right-swiping there, her trunk trawls the surface of communities in passing. But she never plunges in to join the interactive, GIF-sharing multitudes. Despite their herd backgrounds, elephants never connect. Not like this anyway, she muses. Hashtags and hand-waves, she gets no closer. Then, her interactions begin Read More

Facing the other way

by David Hanlon I feel ashamed of how little I know about current events, I know the basics, scratch the surface, but mostly avoid knowledge of pain so staggering, so global, it’s tough to hold the weight of, but to hold the pain itself,I can’t even begin to imagine— and there it is, shame, and so, I delve into the Read More