A Literary Journal for New and Established Voices

Category: Essays

Wearing Coffins

I want to wear pearls because I feel part of myself slip away, a death, and I’m not sure what’s dying. I want reassurance that perhaps this death could turn into something beautiful. I want a connection to life.

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Holding My Breath

“I intend to divorce you,” my husband finally said, an icy edge to his voice, an anvil to my chest. I again saw words suspended near the ceiling, this time his, in steely capital letters, a “kersplat!” in the old Batman show.

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Imprinting

We take up space for a brief period of time, our lives a simple movement through particles, a repositioning of atoms. When we are gone, do those repositioned atoms remain?

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