I like to observe graffiti, see the stalls become galleries, find out what people are yelling into the universe.
Bar Bathroom Graffiti in New Orleans: A One Year Catalog by Kirsten Reneau
Women Bleed by Rachel Fleishman
Our blood tells both a singular narrative that is factual, centered around a product, but also holds deeply personal truths.
How to be a Writer in Residence by Brad Wetherell
The only other adults you’ll see most days will be the two dorm parents—both named Chuck.
Earth Is the Answer by Daniel K Miller
“Should I mark ‘Earth’ for ‘Which planet in our solar system can support life?’” the boy asks.
Foresight by Gwen Niekamp
Watch closely as I walk the three blocks up to Horton’s Hardware by myself while my parents are at work.
All the Life That I’ve Known by Will McMillan
The shower in my motel room heats quickly, so I don’t have to be wet, cold and naked for long.
Gui Hua by Erica Cao
Ten seasons of gui hua have passed since I last walked with Uncle.
Necrokedeia for Children by Mark Hall
Mr. Poteat was a fool, and Anne-Elizabeth Tilley and I knew it, even if our classmates didn’t.
Congestion by Michael Cuglietta
He called the nitroglycerin tablets his “lifesavers,”… He kept them, always, within reach.
Made of Match Sticks and Metal by Anna Davis-Abel
My mother and I haven’t talked about those years in years: the dark years when we slept on her pillowed mattress with the bedroom door locked….
