Vanessa Couto Johnson
You are asking for my certainty. I reveal it. It thumps your chest, your mouth. Knowing is a procedure to reach theorem, and we find knowing is in the context of senses. Taste creating ideas.
By Tom Hazuka
Connie huddled near the doorway with the other seven smokers from the office, trying to avoid a slanting downpour, enduring dirty looks from the pure-lunged majority who passed through the cancer cloud they were creating.
By Sarah Angleton
I scan her half of the closet. Her favorite color was blue. She first lost herself in my cornflower eyes, she once said. Today I choose the silky dress with a thousand hydrangea petals.