This year, we’d like to specially feature our amazing friends at Brilliant Books, who style themselves “your local, long distance bookstore.” Though they feature a brick-and-mortar store in Traverse City, Michigan, Brilliant Books distinguish themselves as being one of the largest independent online book retailers in the country, and a crucial example of success in […]
Who among us hasn’t wanted to kill the sweetest thing?
A cow stood in the field. Amanda didn’t hesitate, but walked right over. She was paying $75 an hour to hug this cow, why hesitate? It would be her first hug in over a year.
Learning to separate your own interests away from those feelings of, “I should be more like this, I should be more like that”—that’s going to be valuable forever. And not just in writing.
Try compost – scraps / piled into a heap. The forgotten things / are begging for another life. Let’s say you could / get the dirt to sing.
wobbling from some near-by breeze / reaching down as the hillside / where her shadow should be
we’ve started to disassemble the land mines / and plant roses and poems instead.
Wall, enemy, ally, shadow, tree, a toddler / given freedom to roam, requires one // banana-nut muffin, many hands, 56 / minutes to walk one Brooklyn city block.
I recall the prickly pear shrub that never failed to pierce me as I tucked my skinny body behind it, trying to hide…
Did you see a hapless, hunted woman, baby in arms? Her stare’s hollow. // Ahead of her, there’s a slithering line beaded with nowhere people.