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Apostrophe.

by Kirsten Rian.   The first word spoken on the moon was okay I’ve begun quoting you, that’s the language—now The first telegraph message tapped by Samuel Morse, what hath God wrought? The first words spoken over the telephone by … Continue reading

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Grit, Not Glamour.

by David D. Horowitz. “In first place and still champion is…!” How seemingly glamorous—to be a champion! Yet, “first” can also imply “pioneer,” and pioneers’ lives are rarely glamorous. Nor are many pioneers famous for their efforts. Indeed, their work is … Continue reading

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Pairings.

by Marissa Bell Toffoli.   Sleep after sleeplessness. A hummingbird in the garden. Your velvet voice upon sea air. Salt and caramel, holding hands in the rain, measured recklessness. Pop and rattle. Settle and kettle. Beer and movies. Blue glow … Continue reading

Posted in Fall 2014: Beer & Movies. | Comments Off on Pairings.

SALMON.

by David D. Horowitz. “Red-orange-pink,” I mused to myself, watching a mid-summer Seattle dusk settle over the Olympic Mountains. Almost nineteen and soon to begin my sophomore year at the University of Washington, I had taken to jotting down poetic inspirations … Continue reading

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WISE.

by David D. Horowitz   “He seemed like a nice boy, although he kept to himself. But I didn’t think he’d do this…” No, the assistant principal did not know the student planned to change his name from “William” to “Killiam,” … Continue reading

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Crawl.

by Kelsey Liu   Silvia crawls out from under the bed and stretches her newborn arms, creaseless and soft at the elbows, milky and sour to her sandpaper tongue. Her fingers, pink without nails, brush the walls on either side … Continue reading

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A Midwife’s Insurance.

by Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew That February a Minneapolis midwife got busted.  Maryann, my old mentor, called with the news.  “Undercover agents, a forced entry.  Held her thirteen-year-old daughter at gunpoint, ransacked her office, took her computer, everything.  She’s out on … Continue reading

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Adult.

by David D. Horowitz “Growing up” typically entails forsaking childish illusions for adult “realities.” Precisely what realities, though, does “growing up” entail? Should growing up mean giving up an arts career if one cannot earn a middle-class living from it? … Continue reading

Posted in Spring 2013: Growing Up. | Comments Off on Adult.