Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016

/Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016

Left For Dead Barbie Visits the Capitol

By | 2017-02-23T21:40:03-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , |

By Susan Arthur Susan Arthur is a photographer, sculptor and writer, with an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts. She hides out in the very blue wilds of Massachusetts. Her work is shown nationally, and she’s a member of the artist co-op Brickbottom Artists Association, in Somerville, Massachusetts. On art as a form of resistance [...]

Flood, Fire, Mountain

By | 2017-02-23T21:41:44-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , |

By Liz Kellebrew Flood That morning I climbed out of bed and watched my neighbors. They rowed away in a boat launched from their porch. When I went downstairs, water bubbled under the carpet like boils. My Christmas tree lay on its side. No one bothered to knock on my door. Fire “Don’t shoot,” he said. [...]

Post-Election College Paper Grading Rubric

By | 2017-02-23T21:44:01-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , |

Dear Students, Because I can no longer claim with any credibility that reading, writing, and critical thinking are essential skills for 21st century success, I have revised the grading rubric for your papers accordingly. Effective January 1, 2017. Sorry for any inconvenience, Dr. Daveena Tauber Daveena Tauber is a writing consultant and professor. Find her consulting [...]

Floating

By | 2017-02-23T21:44:49-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , , , , |

By Penny Perry   Mother couldn’t have known what to do. She was only twenty-five, drove her big sister, Leona, six weeks pregnant, to the doctor's in LA. Leona squinted at California bungalows, backyards with orange trees. She thought about her husband home worrying, her baby daughter waiting for her. She told my mother about her [...]

A Poem by Rae Rose

By | 2017-02-23T21:48:26-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , , |

The Other Day I Peed on a Stick and when I peed on the stick I knew my blood was like poison. When I turned 18, I had just started my medication, I peed on a stick, called a number from the phone book to see if I could afford an abortion without anyone knowing. It [...]

Almost Visible

By | 2017-02-23T21:49:33-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , |

By Laura Gail Grohe   When you see me, if you see me, I am your worst fears found form. “Pardon me sir, but could I have a dollar for food?” You rush by me studying your cuticles so you don’t have to see me. “Excuse me miss, do you have any spare change?” When I [...]