by william james -for Manchester, NH I drive to the grocery store to relieve my refrigerator of its crushing loneliness. I return empty-handed because I left my wallet on my desk. & Elm St. rages on, all gorgeous cacophony. O Manchester, you glittering rhinestone. O Manchester, you tacky plastic pearl. I love you for your refined kitsch. I love you…
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…
