August 4th, 2012 - Bolaji S. Ramos
My entire life was Mount Everest, hovering over my head, but already sliced into halves by the hanging and dangling Sword of Damocles
July 15th, 2012 - Karin Hedetniemi
Sometimes at the kitchen sink, my hands submerged in sudsy water, I experience a slip in perception.
June 24th, 2012 - June Gervais
When you finish writing your book, you will die.
June 16th, 2012 - Nance Van Winckel
A Face to Meet the Face On June 16, 2012, the day after my $500-facial, I luxuriated in the about-to-be-pretty feeling. I was almost...
June 16th, 2012 - Claire Polders
It’s counterproductive, self-destructive, to compare yourself to another writer...
June 12th, 2012 - Joe Neary
A resounding answer to a question I did not realize I had posed: you are not an object, but a possibility.
June 11th, 2012 - Sara Lippmann
The year finds me in a string of years on the verge of giving up. Ten years out of grad school with little to show for myself.
May 30th, 2012 - Sage Ravenwood
I didn’t feel worthy. There’s only so many ways you can say broken, suicidal, and stuck in an endless loop of therapy.
May 26th, 2012 - Rahma O. Jimoh
The May weather had just begun to spread its palms on our cheeks. The day was bright, save for the dark clouds gathering in the sky.
May 26th, 2012 - Jeffrey Feingold
Ahead of me—far ahead—I saw my salvation: a blinking white neon light, its flashing rays stabbing into the darkness. M-O-T-E-L … M-O-T-E-L.