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“OLD POETRY” IN POST-TRUTH AMERICA

dead poets society | illustrations by seth williams In 1998, Robert Creeley published So There: Poems 1976 – 1983 with a preface full of italicized paragraphs to suggest a variation of voice (Collected Poems, vol. 2, pp. ix-xi). These italicized ruminations between...

NO CHILDREN ALLOWED

no children allowed | illustrations by ana carolina maciel October 5, 2017 was the best day of my life. Better than the day I graduated with my MFA. Better than the day I went skydiving. Better than the day I got my dream job and danced on top of my coffee table. It...

CONFESSION: WHY I TELL YOU TO SMOKE MARIJUANA WHILE I DON’T

“It's definitely worth doing every now and again or hell it's worth it every day if u can afford it and can function fine while high :)” -- Post from Quora correspondent Here’s my confession: I’ve spent more than a decade writing about the wonders of smoking or vaping...

SEX WORK, SEX TRAFFICKING AND THE COMPLEX GRAY AREA IN BETWEEN

Sex trafficking is considered one of the most prominent modern plagues in our society. It's on television, it’s in newspapers and blogs, it’s on the nightly news. As a sex trafficking survivor myself, I have always felt caught in the middle between two movements that...

IT’S HARD TO GET ‘PUMPED’ IN OIL COUNTRY

Join me on my ride through the oil sands of media. A snapshot of my life: Picture me as I ride my blue bicycle on the trails along (aptly named) Black Gold Drive. While riding, I daydream about my life. Pedalling beneath a QE2 Highway overpass, I stop and look up to...

PLAYING DUMB, DUMBING DOWN

When I looked at previous drawings from several years ago I was amazed.  These are really good I thought, but would never say out loud.  I could hear the accusatory voice of my upbringing say, “Who do you think you are?”  Could see the finger point at me, feel the...

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Seasteading and the Blue Green Revolution

Seasteading and the Blue Green Revolution

“The Floating City will serve as an incubation hub to develop wave energy generation technologies, floating solar, materials science, algae-based food and fuel, sea water air conditioning (SWAC), desalination, and marine education.”  ---Joe Quirk, President of the...

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America Needs a Hysterectomy

America Needs a Hysterectomy

A society based on women’s fear is a loveless, beauty-free wasteland.     Say it again. A society based on women’s fear is a loveless, beauty-free wasteland. A hundred years ago, there was perhaps a need for feminism.  Women couldn’t vote or own property.  It’s...

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KEEP ON BURNING

KEEP ON BURNING

Call them siren’s songs or melodies from the muses. From a favorite perch, a wicker swing aloft in a metal frame, any given day it might be Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, Donna Summer, Tina Turner whose voice spun from the record’s grooves. Their voices and songs became...

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IF YOU LOVE ME, You’ll Eat This

IF YOU LOVE ME, You’ll Eat This

In my family, food is how we say, “I love you.” The meal we cook is a valentine. Eating every bit of what’s served is a return kiss. And this lover’s dance passed down to me. If I care about you, I cook for you.     I learned this from my grandmother, “Nanny,” we...

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Unlovable Things

Unlovable Things

unlovable things | illustration by anne elisabeth høgh I could only watch in horror as he grabbed anything to stop her from moving.  I wonder if someone else saw me struggling like I was seeing her but wasn’t sure whether to stop it.  This thought alone made me...

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The Scent of Sun

The Scent of Sun

scent of sun | photography by katherine cart So, who are you? What do terpenes and trichomes mean to you? Do you shiver and scowl when a kid walks by, stinking of last night’s joint? Or do you take a second whiff, then a third, trying to remember the last time you...

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Hidden Weeds | Buying Pot in Puerto Escondido

Hidden Weeds | Buying Pot in Puerto Escondido

"This weed is garbage." I say it aloud, even though there is no one to hear me. It's like my testament to the universe. I know that living in Vancouver, one of the very best places for high-quality cannabis on the planet has really spoiled me. However, the bag of weed...

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Where We Go One, We Go All: Subliminal Terror

Where We Go One, We Go All: Subliminal Terror

“Livius, if you listen very carefully, you can hear the gods laughing.” --Commodus, from Fall of the Roman Empire     For some, it is a portal to a horrific world, a black hole that tugs despite all gravitational and grounded forces. But not to me. Nothing beckons...

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A COLLECTION OF THE BEST short STORIES FROM AROUND THE GLOBE

PUR

PUR | illustrations by ana carolina maciel “A third body has been discovered floating in the Escondido river this morning at approximately 5:00AM. There were ligature marks around their wrists, ankles, and neck. The bodies were dumped in areas that are surveillance...

REVISITING LUMBARTON

revisiting lumbarton | illustrations by sidney teles “Compassion is dangerous.” Ben’s electric blue eyes spark and he leans across the red tabletop in the Waffle House booth. “And your religion is compassion. My religion is capitalism.” I cringe and inch toward the...

Bwoot Heel Bwoose

bwoot heel bwoose | illustrations by sidney teles At Shindig!: The Buckner-Ragsdale Annual Bi-Family Reunion, Mona stood watching her son, Bucky, careen through the relatives who dotted the Missouri Desert Picnic Grounds like a prickly heat rash. Why must these things...

SUPER MAN

Once, there was a superhero who didn’t know how to fly. He was on his fourth drink, and his tie hung limply around his collar. His face was in shadow hiding the stubble on his chin. He was slumped back in his chair and swirled his drink. He absentmindedly tapped his...

MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

miss ott and the breaking girl | illustrations by diane novario With her uncle Art out of prison, the fifty-year old woman couldn’t concentrate. As usual these days, she dilated upon Miss Ott whom she reckoned to be in her early 70s by now. It was the woman’s...

MARSHMALLOW

marshmallow | illustrations by seth williams If asked to describe Eleanor Thorne in a single word, most of her neighbors and fellow parishioners would have picked weird or sad or fat. They didn’t know that she cried herself to sleep more often than not. But they did...

ONE TOE IN

The water was already hot. I placed my hand on the shower knob and turned it as far left as it would turn. The skin on my chest and arms became red and white. The pain deepened into an itch. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. In the foggy mirror I saw the...

THE PATRIOT

the patriot | illustration by diane novario In the sixth grade I was the Tin Man; envision a small boy encased in a cardboard tube wrapped in aluminum foil and sealed with duct tape. The accompanying plastic axe, inverted funnel, watering pot painted a dull metallic...

THE LAKE

the lake | illustrations by diane novario Her mother always believed that open water had a way of healing the soul. Cradling concerns and enveloping reality. Just for a moment. Just until the pain went away. Just until its sweet release healed any remaining wounds....

Good Day, Sir or Madam

good day sir or madam | illustrations by sidney teles “Hey,” said the fly, making its rounds from Point A to Point B to Point C and back to Point A again. “You should die." Arjun wiped some sweat from his forehead as he dialed another number. “Hey,” said the fly...

Whatever shape reality takes is often a reflection of the world around us. Through the art of storytelling, we are able to understand our society, our culture, and ourselves better.

A genuine REFLECTION OF THE human EXPERIENCE IN TODAY’S WORLD.

“OLD POETRY” IN POST-TRUTH AMERICA

dead poets society | illustrations by seth williams In 1998, Robert Creeley published So There: Poems 1976 – 1983 with a preface full of italicized paragraphs to suggest a variation of voice (Collected Poems, vol. 2, pp. ix-xi). These italicized ruminations between...

NO CHILDREN ALLOWED

no children allowed | illustrations by ana carolina maciel October 5, 2017 was the best day of my life. Better than the day I graduated with my MFA. Better than the day I went skydiving. Better than the day I got my dream job and danced on top of my coffee table. It...

CONFESSION: WHY I TELL YOU TO SMOKE MARIJUANA WHILE I DON’T

“It's definitely worth doing every now and again or hell it's worth it every day if u can afford it and can function fine while high :)” -- Post from Quora correspondent Here’s my confession: I’ve spent more than a decade writing about the wonders of smoking or vaping...

SEX WORK, SEX TRAFFICKING AND THE COMPLEX GRAY AREA IN BETWEEN

Sex trafficking is considered one of the most prominent modern plagues in our society. It's on television, it’s in newspapers and blogs, it’s on the nightly news. As a sex trafficking survivor myself, I have always felt caught in the middle between two movements that...

IT’S HARD TO GET ‘PUMPED’ IN OIL COUNTRY

Join me on my ride through the oil sands of media. A snapshot of my life: Picture me as I ride my blue bicycle on the trails along (aptly named) Black Gold Drive. While riding, I daydream about my life. Pedalling beneath a QE2 Highway overpass, I stop and look up to...

PLAYING DUMB, DUMBING DOWN

When I looked at previous drawings from several years ago I was amazed.  These are really good I thought, but would never say out loud.  I could hear the accusatory voice of my upbringing say, “Who do you think you are?”  Could see the finger point at me, feel the...

Providing a place of connection through a free forum of discussion, opinion and analysis on the topics that affect us the most.

THE EMERALD CIRCLE

THE EMERALD CIRCLE

It has been 79 years since the Marijuana Tax Act was passed in 1937. Recent decades have shown some progress, and finally the facade of prohibition is starting to fall apart. The Canadian legalization process took decades, but was ultimately successful, and recent...

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THE MORAL DILEMMA OF QUENTIN TARANTINO

THE MORAL DILEMMA OF QUENTIN TARANTINO

For some years now, Quentin Tarantino has been at the forefront of every aspiring filmmaker’s “top 10 directors” list. With no experience outside of working at a movie rental store, Tarantino has made an impressive career for himself by recycling tropes and scenarios...

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How Cannabis Helped Me Bike Across America

How Cannabis Helped Me Bike Across America

great high in the sky | illustrations by seth williams 40 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona. My back tire goes flat. As I scanned the area, all I could see were the cars and semi trucks whirring past me at 80 miles per hour. Ahead, there was what looked like a bridge....

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Why Queer Lit Is Important For Adults Too

Why Queer Lit Is Important For Adults Too

In high school, I was a voracious reader. I devoured the books my friends lent me, and begged for bookstore trips, unable to resist setting one more book atop my massive to-be-read pile. I read a lot of books about me—a teenager who didn’t quite fit in social circles,...

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Acid Rain Isn’t Always What You Think It Is

Acid Rain Isn’t Always What You Think It Is

photo by mark chamberlain, courtesy of liz goldner Much has been made of late about Woodstock’s 50th anniversary: it was a milestone in a tumultuous time, an anarchic cultural gathering that managed, despite many slips in the mud, to reflect essential goodwill between...

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A COLLECTION OF THE BEST short STORIES FROM AROUND THE GLOBE

PUR

PUR | illustrations by ana carolina maciel “A third body has been discovered floating in the Escondido river this morning at approximately 5:00AM. There were ligature marks around their wrists, ankles, and neck. The bodies were dumped in areas that are surveillance...

REVISITING LUMBARTON

revisiting lumbarton | illustrations by sidney teles “Compassion is dangerous.” Ben’s electric blue eyes spark and he leans across the red tabletop in the Waffle House booth. “And your religion is compassion. My religion is capitalism.” I cringe and inch toward the...

Bwoot Heel Bwoose

bwoot heel bwoose | illustrations by sidney teles At Shindig!: The Buckner-Ragsdale Annual Bi-Family Reunion, Mona stood watching her son, Bucky, careen through the relatives who dotted the Missouri Desert Picnic Grounds like a prickly heat rash. Why must these things...

SUPER MAN

Once, there was a superhero who didn’t know how to fly. He was on his fourth drink, and his tie hung limply around his collar. His face was in shadow hiding the stubble on his chin. He was slumped back in his chair and swirled his drink. He absentmindedly tapped his...

MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

miss ott and the breaking girl | illustrations by diane novario With her uncle Art out of prison, the fifty-year old woman couldn’t concentrate. As usual these days, she dilated upon Miss Ott whom she reckoned to be in her early 70s by now. It was the woman’s...

MARSHMALLOW

marshmallow | illustrations by seth williams If asked to describe Eleanor Thorne in a single word, most of her neighbors and fellow parishioners would have picked weird or sad or fat. They didn’t know that she cried herself to sleep more often than not. But they did...

ONE TOE IN

The water was already hot. I placed my hand on the shower knob and turned it as far left as it would turn. The skin on my chest and arms became red and white. The pain deepened into an itch. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. In the foggy mirror I saw the...

THE PATRIOT

the patriot | illustration by diane novario In the sixth grade I was the Tin Man; envision a small boy encased in a cardboard tube wrapped in aluminum foil and sealed with duct tape. The accompanying plastic axe, inverted funnel, watering pot painted a dull metallic...

THE LAKE

the lake | illustrations by diane novario Her mother always believed that open water had a way of healing the soul. Cradling concerns and enveloping reality. Just for a moment. Just until the pain went away. Just until its sweet release healed any remaining wounds....

Good Day, Sir or Madam

good day sir or madam | illustrations by sidney teles “Hey,” said the fly, making its rounds from Point A to Point B to Point C and back to Point A again. “You should die." Arjun wiped some sweat from his forehead as he dialed another number. “Hey,” said the fly...
MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

miss ott and the breaking girl | illustrations by diane novario With her uncle Art out of prison, the fifty-year old woman couldn’t concentrate. As usual these days, she dilated upon Miss Ott whom she reckoned to be in her early 70s by now. It was the woman’s...

read more
MARSHMALLOW

MARSHMALLOW

marshmallow | illustrations by seth williams If asked to describe Eleanor Thorne in a single word, most of her neighbors and fellow parishioners would have picked weird or sad or fat. They didn’t know that she cried herself to sleep more often than not. But they did...

read more
ONE TOE IN

ONE TOE IN

The water was already hot. I placed my hand on the shower knob and turned it as far left as it would turn. The skin on my chest and arms became red and white. The pain deepened into an itch. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. In the foggy mirror I saw the...

read more
THE PATRIOT

THE PATRIOT

the patriot | illustration by diane novario In the sixth grade I was the Tin Man; envision a small boy encased in a cardboard tube wrapped in aluminum foil and sealed with duct tape. The accompanying plastic axe, inverted funnel, watering pot painted a dull metallic...

read more
SUPER MAN

SUPER MAN

Once, there was a superhero who didn’t know how to fly. He was on his fourth drink, and his tie hung limply around his collar. His face was in shadow hiding the stubble on his chin. He was slumped back in his chair and swirled his drink. He absentmindedly tapped his...

read more
MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

MISS OTT AND THE BREAKING GIRL

miss ott and the breaking girl | illustrations by diane novario With her uncle Art out of prison, the fifty-year old woman couldn’t concentrate. As usual these days, she dilated upon Miss Ott whom she reckoned to be in her early 70s by now. It was the woman’s...

read more
MARSHMALLOW

MARSHMALLOW

marshmallow | illustrations by seth williams If asked to describe Eleanor Thorne in a single word, most of her neighbors and fellow parishioners would have picked weird or sad or fat. They didn’t know that she cried herself to sleep more often than not. But they did...

read more

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