Home…Is Not Nowhere
by Jennifer Lang but neither is it somewhere. Home was not Chicago or its suburbs, where I went to college and called my mother every February crying that my nostrils had frozen together like Lake Michigan. Home was not Paris, where I puckered my lips to pronounce...
Amen
by Jennifer Lang I want to praise my sleep cycle that knocks me out at night—usually around 11:10—and steers me straight to REM. I want to praise REM, which lasts an unknown amount of time until it doesn’t and ends in awareness. I want to praise awareness at...
Circles and Words
by Jennifer Lang “Excusez moi, Madame,” I say, puckering my lips as if sucking on a Jolly Rancher sour apple candy. A woman I assume to be the artist looks up and acknowledges me. Her shoulder-length hair blows wildly in the August wind. All weekend, we—husband, kids,...A Literary Journal for New and Established Voices
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