by Jason Bauer The lightbulbs in my kitchen look like little Liberty Bells. It took me 17 years and three hundred something days to see it, but they are. It kinda burns to look at them, but it feels good. It makes my vision distort a bit. Everything turns a…
by Linda S. Swanberg I look back upon you (child who made me what I am today) skein of potentiality—unwound thread of redeeming choices how could I have known my journey would be all the longer with no end in sight? nights up alone as a youth, I read by…