One-sentence storyContent warning: this story includes mention of domestic abuseAug 30, 2022Aug 30, 2022
art as rebellionWalking along a busy sidewalk in Denver two months ago, I heard a pigeon get hit by a car. My head was down when I heard the thunk. I…Sep 23, 2021Sep 23, 2021
What art isn’tArt isn’t waiting — for you to tune the piano so you can circle your eyes in black liner and pound out the theme to Exodus, or for your…Aug 27, 2021Aug 27, 2021
I wasn’t frightened of the rips or the way the ocean churns like a potion.We all end up somewhere. All of us? Me too? I end up at the back of the line; I’ve let everyone go before me. Please, I say. After you…Nov 9, 2020Nov 9, 2020
ApaixonadaMy Portuguese teacher and I are good friends. In a recent lesson, we were studying a story about love, and she made a comment about the…Nov 4, 2020Nov 4, 2020
Crystals in the bayBefore I started crystal-hunting I believed in God, and encouraged myself to believe in God alone. The crystals didn’t exactly take the…Nov 3, 2020Nov 3, 2020
