Suture
by Jessica Kraker I stich myself up with the careful compliments of others. They mend the wounds that re-open every time I look in the… Read More »Suture
by Jessica Kraker I stich myself up with the careful compliments of others. They mend the wounds that re-open every time I look in the… Read More »Suture
by Jessica Kraker I can’t write fast enough sometimes, but I sure do write hard enough. I remember learning cursive and getting scolded because my… Read More »Carpal Tunnel
by Jessica Kraker I can feel my bones mending, they pull and creak inside me like I am a machine being switched on after years… Read More »Cast
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by Robert Mayo Listen to me. Write boldly through the margins. Use two lines instead of one. Use no lines at all. Do… Read More »Do Not Touch Me
by Frances Raybaud The squirrel was running. Huge stones, grooved by humans, loomed above. Scampering past, she had to find nuts to store,… Read More »Esquireul, Ou L’orgueil D’humain
by Hanna Rose Click here to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, and Part 8. 0
by Zachary Schechter I still remember the first time I met Jason Peterson, I was sitting in room 202 of P. Sherman Elementary School eating… Read More »The Drummer