This post articulates well the uneasy feeling many women have that they have met Donald Trump before.
As I listen to the commentary and interviews in broadcast media and read op-ed pieces about the recent stabbings and shootings, I struggle to accept the truth: there but for some sort of grace goes my family. We could have been chasing after my mother on a paranoid spree of violence. We could any day be the victims of someone else’s unstable loved one. So could you. How do we face such a threat? How do we diffuse the ill, who are so often victims themselves.
Because screaming at Trump on a TV screen at the gym while pedaling an elliptical machine wasn’t helping, I got in my car and drove 628 miles to Lexington, Kentucky, to attend […]
by Lee Lynch So here I am, trying on men’s dress pants for the Golden Crown Literary Society Awards ceremony, and I keep thinking of the photos of our people in Orlando. […]
With events like this literary pub crawl, Wordier tries “to engage new readers, people who wouldn’t typically go to a literary event, and show them there are local authors out there that […]
Like many of us in the wake of the Orlando massacre, my daughter, a former patron and fan of the club, has been reeling and weeping. Her fear and sorrow only escalated when […]
by Delaney Rose A couple of years ago, when I was 23, I lived in Orlando for a year. I was mostly holed up in my apartment studying for my graduate degree or playing video […]
In the wake of yet another tragedy at a university, a reminder of what it’s like to be on campus as the tragedy unfolds.
Karrie Higgins writes a powerful multimodal lyrical essay response to a triggering, ability essay recently circulating the web. With raw honesty, intense detail, a stack of medical and police records, and echoes […]
by Heather Jones I make my online Creative Writing class do a video poem, and so I felt I should do one myself. I wrote the first draft of the poem at Alfred […]