A scenester. A savant. A polymath. A fashion victim. Coughing and coughing with an upper respiratory system infection that will go away if we just wish it so.
Read MoreOne sunny Sunday as I walked by my front steps, I looked down and saw a snake uncomfortably close to my foot.
Read MoreHis last words were a truth and a lie: “I’ll be home in a few days.”
Read MoreThe Hollywood Bowl is dead. The vast parking lots are silent, the attendants sent home to join the millions awaiting unemployment checks.
Read MoreThe collected pieces come to us via a creative writing teacher, who has compiled handwritten poems written by inmates of a California jail.
Read MoreI have become, in these last 6 months, a twisty little ouroboros. I eat my tail because it’s all I know and I savour my pain and confusion. I am always full and always empty and a little twitchy from all the coffee.
Read MoreA comic by Joshua Boulet
Read MoreI hadn’t been on the subway in months, not since the orders came to stay home, certainly not since I was sick. Sick is a relative term, of course.
Read MoreI speak to friends and family daily. I only live with pets. I’ve seen inside many homes through the Internet. I spend twenty-three hours a day in my own.
Read MoreI’m okay again, if I don’t read the news, if I play enough video games, if I’m smoking weed, when I’m working on something.
Read MoreBut coronavirus has nothing on retirement, for nobody knows where I am or what I have been doing
Read MorePreparedness only comes in retrospect, after hundreds of thousands have already died. But at least there is that: preparedness. Preparedness for the next one.
Read MoreIt’s just me, the clock and the heater now. I have spent my life searching for a quieter place.
Read MoreJagged orange lines brought the cracked cement to life. Gnashing teeth and bulbous eyes were held captive on a disfigured face. It was more real to Sidewalk Boy than disease, death, collapse, or anything else.
Read MoreEhlers-Danlos Syndrome already makes me live on a knife-edge with everything I do—COVID-19 doesn’t make things any easier.
Read MoreThere are only so many places one can run when inside of a house and its four walls.
Read MoreI reach the existential conclusion that time has in fact collapsed in on itself and no longer exists.
Read MoreWriting, though rarely easy, has always been a constant—where I can disappear into my stories instead of reality. But even if I live through this pandemic—does anything I’ve been working on still matter?
Read MoreThis likely wasn't what you expected for the end of your high school career. If you had told me back in January that fourth quarter simply wouldn’t happen, I wouldn’t have believed you.
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