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Closing the Book

You get married and you think this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with.

Then life happens.

You separate, and for the next three years you don’t see him. 1,283 more words


How I Learned to Trust The Needle

Recently, a millennial came to my office and asked me if she should get vaccinated, even though her mom had never wanted her to.  I didn’t tell her what to do.   1,556 more words


On Malcolm, Martin, and That X-Men Analogy Thing

On the 50th anniversary of the assassination of the activist, orator and the man once referred to in eulogy by the late Ossie Davis as “Our Shining Black Prince,” El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (most commonly known as Malcolm X), I quite foolishly decide to wade into that whole X-Men analogy thingy. 3,847 more words

Speculative Fiction

Ndume: The Story of an Elephant

It reads like environmental pulp fiction:

A tribal family’s ancestral forest home is surrounded and cutoff from the main forest by illegal loggers and slash-and-burn farmers. 1,453 more words


The Earth We Tread On: An Interview with Scott Strazzante

Back in 2008, I interviewed photographer Scott Strazzante for Photo District News when his project Common Ground was—if you’ll pardon the pun—getting off the ground. Interviewing photographers can be hit-or-miss: not everyone who produces great visual work is capable of talking about it well. 2,551 more words


Things I Like About America by Poe Ballantine

There was a desperately unhappy and bored time in my life when I learned to draw the map of America freehand, all the states named, in the right places, mostly in the right shape; the line of the Mississippi helping to define the erratic edge of Minnesota, Iowa, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana; the jigsaw of the northeast represented accurately; some rough attempt at 2-long, 1-tall scale done with the handspan between pinkie and thumb; all of it ballooning, squashed and demented, but maybe, I thought, just maybe, representing hope if I were abducted by aliens and forced to account for my country. 731 more words


On Coming to Terms with Our Arseholery

Nobody wants to think of themselves as being a bad person. Bad people are ISIS fighters, child molesters, Shrien Dewani. They do horrible things which are blatant and obvious and talked about in the media. 1,316 more words


I Found Your Poem, Samuel Clemens

Found poem © C.L. Quigley

Credits due to Mark Twain: Roughing It, Volume II, Chapter VIII

Treat yourself to macabre and realism.

Found Poetry

A Home Office, a Baby, a Life

Who knew a room could launch you into adulthood?

I spend a strange amount of time not feeling “old enough.” Not old enough to have a house, a car, credit cards, a checkbook. 1,201 more words


To the Woman Who Tutted at Me Using the Disabled Toilets

Dear lady who loudly tutted at me using the disabled loos,

I know you saw me running in, with my able bodied legs and all. You saw me opening the door with my two working arms. 672 more words


Take Heart

by Mari Casey

The most difficult part of my recovery today, the most terrifying prospect in my life is not related to an urge to use or a potential relapse. 1,865 more words


Productivity Culture and the Dangers of the To-Do List

For a couple of years I’ve been striving to empty my e-mail inbox on a daily basis. It doesn’t particularly bother me if I don’t succeed and I often don’t. 1,149 more words


Six Ways to Misuse Statistics

Back in the 1940s before the polio vaccine was invented, the disease caused a lot of anxiety among parents of small children. How could you reduce your child’s risk of contracting this nasty illness? 2,286 more words


Janet Mock: "This Is Who I Am"

In the second episode of Fusion’s “Self Evidence” series, bestselling writer (2014’s Redefining Realness), TV host, activist and self-proclaimed Beyonce expert Janet Mock explains how she acquired a true sense of freedom once she rejected others’ expectations of who she was supposed to be. 322 more words


You Can Own a Little Piece of that Creepy Multimillionaire

Lately, Steve Carell has been creeping out moviegoers with his portrayal of John E. Du Pont in the film Foxcatcher. Academy voters even gave him a Best Actor nomination, hoping it would make him go away and stop haunting their nightmares. 830 more words


Winter Chestnuts and Other Literary Comforts

I’ve been reading Lolly Willowes, a 1926 novel by Sylvia Townsend Warner set at the turn of the 20th century. The story reminds me a lot of the pastoral 19th century novels I’ve been reading: country life radically contrasted with the city, the smallness of family dramas, the quiet resistance of women in their domestic spheres. 895 more words


Decoding the 2015 Oscars: What It Tells Us About Hollywood

Last night’s Academy Awards were touted as one of the closest races in years. The Best Picture preferential ballot was going to make things impossible to predict! 1,210 more words


Time Travel on Facebook

I’ve written before about my aversion to some social media. Besides the conspicuous consumption of time, Facebook is how I found out that my best friend from 5th grade had lost the use of both her legs and arms in a car accident. 945 more words

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White Out

by Joan Colby

We hit the white out just beyond the Virgil ditch.
A south wind blasting eight-foot drifts
Like a fireship exploding the armadas… 335 more words


How "Broken Windows" Policing Harms People of Color

Last summer, a New York city police officer choked a black grandfather named Eric Garner to death. Garner was suspected of selling loose cigarettes. The arrests of people like Garner are part of a controversial policing tactic called Broken Windows. 32 more words


Rethinking Stealing with Jamaal May

I spent a good chunk of February 5th with Jamaal May. In hindsight, I should have chugged a gallon of espresso in order to keep up with this fast-talking, passionate, Detroit-based poet. 525 more words


Intimate Spaces: The Archaeology of Pockets

On April 14, 1865 Abraham Lincoln went to the theatre for the evening, a night that would end in his murder and death the following morning.  2,027 more words


Best Worst Year: Episode 83 (Or, Heal)

By Jim Warner

You read a poor Tagalog translation of handwritten prayers on your mother’s dresser. Your cousin has mistaken aswang for multo. Even you–whose native tongue died in his mouth years ago–knows the difference. 552 more words


Go Down the Rabbit Hole: A Writer's Manifesto

1. You are the work. The work is you: both an articulation of the self and a possibility for self-reflection. Be honest in creation: allow yourself to bleed into the work, but also allow it to work on you. 402 more words


The Internet: It's Made of People

People often toss around the idea that the internet is “not real life,” as though this thing — made by people to allow those people to share and interact with other people — is just the playtime before more serious business. 613 more words


Setting the Bar Low

I haven’t been able to write lately due to disrupted mornings, which has thrown me off and made me rusty. I have spoken and written about the hour-a-day writing routine, and I want to admit here in the privacy of the Internet that the bar is super low for that hour. 1,117 more words