“On Mothers and Daughters” by Rowan Aubrey Sloane

    My mother grew up moving. The only place she has told me about is Dayton, Ohio. She grew up moving, orbiting Wright-Patterson Air Force base where her father, the colonel, was stationed off and on. She grew up orbiting, but people aren’t satellites, and she doesn’t bring up her past much. The only thing she has told me about her childhood was that she moved around, and one time when she was angry she tied her brother to a tree. I try to imagine this. My mother, who goes to church twice a week, who told me once … Continue reading “On Mothers and Daughters” by Rowan Aubrey Sloane

“Braving the Days: Spring and the I Ching” by Jordannah Elizabeth

There are five I Ching cards sitting on my bookcase. Out of 64 cards, five jumped out at me…or I should say, they were pulled by a vivacious one year old who was visiting my home with her mother. It was a chilly Saturday morning and we all took a walk to get breakfast and “baby mimosas” (Perrier and orange juice). Once we arrived back to my place to eat, the little girl and her mom took naps while I wrote, daydreamed or worried about one thing or another. Before they rested, we joked about the child being a young … Continue reading “Braving the Days: Spring and the I Ching” by Jordannah Elizabeth

“I SLICED INTO MY NAIL BED WITH A RAZOR BLADE BY ACCIDENT WHILE LISTENING TO RANCID AND WASHING OUT YELLOW HAIR DYE, AND DESPITE THIS BEING POSSIBLY THE MOST PUNK ROCK THING ABOUT ME, I STILL SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ‘OH FUCK'” by Kate Wilson

of course this is all to say I collected the droplets of blood in a little glass vial with a cork lid and added plant growth … Continue reading “I SLICED INTO MY NAIL BED WITH A RAZOR BLADE BY ACCIDENT WHILE LISTENING TO RANCID AND WASHING OUT YELLOW HAIR DYE, AND DESPITE THIS BEING POSSIBLY THE MOST PUNK ROCK THING ABOUT ME, I STILL SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ‘OH FUCK’” by Kate Wilson

“The Devil of the Thorns” and “1981” by Lorhenz Lacsa

The Devil of the Thorns   I am the Devil of the Thorns– with my eyesockets filled with only the darkness of the evilest typhoon   And pores of a juniper fern. So bear with me as we entice the kings of the world to think and turn   Against each other. I already perfected my facial bones because they will slap back harder   Than the truth that’s been waiting to be unveiled; a sweet drug covered in a crimson linen.   Running, always running, they are now far from the paradise I once fought for. The valleys were … Continue reading “The Devil of the Thorns” and “1981” by Lorhenz Lacsa

2017 Fall Reading List by Jordannah Elizabeth

I’m literally sitting writing this reading list in a Hugo Boss jacket that’s a bit too large for my small feminine frame. I found it barely worn in freshly dry cleaned in a “giveaway” box in my neighborhood. Everyone in the neighborhood leaves books, clothes and appliances out to share and trade. Some neighbors are a bit more well off than others. It’s not uncommon to find a wealthy student’s small collection of hand-me-downs that are clean, expensive and barely a year old. I almost like men’s jackets more than I like books, but as the season begins to change, … Continue reading 2017 Fall Reading List by Jordannah Elizabeth

DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod

I like to think of my worries as such: A decaying tree that lays in the entrance of a walking path Where it vanishes at the edge and stings like a thorn bush stab From the Sycamore that rests here on the brim Between the feminine Ted Bundy and the reincarnated Hitler If it weren’t that fucked up now… Wait… See… Where the wars of Evil vs. Evil Drop into its own pits of Tyranny Mixed Media by MMM Continue reading DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod

Braving the Days: It is of No Consequence by Jordannah Elizabeth

I’m sitting in Boston, holding my palms to my chest. I pitched this column to be of the existential persuasion, which brings a slight bit of pressure for me to insinuate something deep – every month. I tried to write this piece a couple of weeks ago, referring back to the debut essay, “Braving the days: using a few words devoid of superfluity” to pick up where I left off. Unfortunately, I realized that I cannot deliver what I promised: to follow up that essay by writing on the topic of “Giving people a loophole to demoralize you.”  I realized … Continue reading Braving the Days: It is of No Consequence by Jordannah Elizabeth