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Yates, Kundera, and Craft

Zachary Martin

One day in the spring of 2007, while I was living in Cambridge, Massachusetts, I called in sick to work and drove across the Charles River to the library at Boston University. It felt a bit wicked, lying to avoid my job as a textbook salesman so I could…


The Passing Word

Sophie Klahr

Where does grief begin? What is the first word of grief? (This (and all of the below) is what I write in my journal while flying back to Houston after 24 hours in Ft. Lauderdale, oddly disembodied after barely sleeping on the floor of an apartment where…


Veterans' Day

JSA Lowe

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses, row on row½." I memorized this poem as a schoolgirl; many of us did and still do. To me at the time it seemed evocative and tragic: "We are the Dead. Short days ago / We lived, felt dawn, saw…


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Layla Benitez-James

I consider myself to be a rational person (although this is self proclaimed i.e. I could be wrong vis-à-vis my rationality). However, I do keep some superstitions close to my heart: I knock on wood and throw salt over my left shoulder to guard against…


Revisitation Rites

Eric Howerton

As writers I think it's fairly common for us to revisit our own work from time to time, reading what we've read in the past and feeling either elation ("Hey, this isn't half bad!") or despair ("I can't believe I ever thought this was good.") or some odd…


Too Many Books

Edward Porter

I have too many books. In an age when many people don't own any books at all, as far as I can tell, I have more books than anyone I know--more than any of my friends and fellow students, more than any of the professors whose homes I have visited. I'm…


Things fall apart: Three words worth more than fifty cents

Peter Kimani

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot bear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world... William Butler Yeats' post-war poem, The Second Coming, has attracted a great deal of attention…


Truthtelling While Aging: four pieces of field research

Thea Lim

1. Once I stopped being a teenager, I had very little interaction with teenagers for about seven years, until I got a job making beds at a hippie island retreat in the Pacific. We worked in pairs and most of my co-workers were 17. I was amazed by how…


An Insomniac's Guide to Writing

Elizabeth Lyons

"Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a tree. All night it hung there and sang. And those who heard it Felt a hurt in their hearts and thought they were hearing The song of the night bird½" - from Brigit Kelly's "Song" I think if we took…


Jesus' Son

Elizabeth Winston

I arrived in Houston on the night of the fourth of July, after driving for four days - my partner, our sixteen-year-old dog, two cats, and I wedged into the car with suitcases and potted plants - from Massachusetts, where I'd lived for twelve years. I…