Luke Johnson
I’m a firm believer that brutality and beauty and/or sorrow and joy are sisters.
Kendel Hippolyte
I was always drawn to the sound of poetry.
Ode to My Father
He, the complicated cause of me. Never, ever easy. Too similar or simply opposites.
William Rossow
I think the best way to characterize my scientific interests is to say that they…
Michael Spake
I refer to myself as an everyday mystic. I have experienced the intersection of Time…
Echo Garrett
The wide range of genres represented by Lucid House reflects my curiosity and taste.
Hannah & Erica Harlee
ARTWIFE works because we’re wives to each other, of course, but also because we like…
Betsy Thorpe
All the literary criticIsm I learned helped me to become a good editor…
Cinnamon Toast, Winter 1954
Toast with zing, cut diagonally, sugar and cinnamon-candy for breakfast.
The Kitchen Remembers My World
Clinging, the kitchen remembers my world in black and white, damn the color.
Immigrant’s Mnemonic
I refuse to admit I am starved for refuge.
Mother Mushroom and Her Children
Mom-capped Mom. She’s tired, slumped, surrounded by six little ones.