by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
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A Place In The Middle Of Nowhere
By James Seals I laugh at the irony as the country music group Little Big Town sings about the boondocks: a phrase that Oxford English Dictionary tells us derives from the Tagalog word bundok which means mountain. Little Big Town sings that they feel no shame they’re proud of where…
The Yellow Line
By James Seals Someone suggested that I am the hyphen, that I am the dash that connects W.E.B. DuBois’s double-consciousness; DuBois’s beautiful concept that allows me to accurately describe my pain. I am the hyphen. Because I am neither Filipino nor American. I am the middle. I am the tick-mark;…