by Christopher Sturdy The first time I discovered my grandpa crying was on thanksgiving. He played it off with a meandering speech, You know…Northerners know somethin’ about trees. Fallin’ leaves always gettin’ us ready to grieve. That’s when it’s safe. Them branches hold it on the nights you can’t. At eight years old, I only …
by Sean Wayman By the word grottesco the Renaissance […] understood not only something playfully gay and carelessly fantastic, but also something ominous and sinister in the face of a world totally different from the familiar one—a world in which the realm of inanimate things is no longer separated from those of plants, animals, and human …
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by Kasey Butcher Santana The bears paced in an enclosure that featured a series of stone cottages. I stood transfixed, watching them in their fairytale until, with a surge of adrenaline, I realized that the rest of the family had moved on without me. I was four years old and knew not to talk to …