by Mikaela Osler Something was wrong with Christine Blasey Ford’s voice. Maybe she sounded too young. She should’ve been in her early fifties; she’d been in high school in 1982. I did the math as she requested “some caffeine.” Maybe it was the inflection, the valley-girl lilt. Maybe it was the inappropriately complex words, multisyllabic …
by Court Ludwick They cut muscle from the bone. They tear away the flesh. They remove parts of the body that are broken and no longer alive. Skin is stretched. Skin is pulled apart. Organs are moved around. Sometimes, they never return to where they once were. They reach into the body. And they cut …
by E.G. Shields How much time do I spend going over conversations in my head, replaying exchanges until I can make sense of them? What fragments, gathered while riding the downtown train or passing a couple on the sidewalk, stick with me and form themselves into the beginnings of a narrative? How often do I …