by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by Cassie Premo Steele, Ph.D. My earliest writing was done near a window. During my childhood in Minnesota, it was often too snowy to go outside, but my second-floor bedroom window was near a tree, and I sat by that tree like some devotees sit near their guru. As a…
