childhood
“Midge’s Bite,” a memoir by Donna Lynn Marsh. Art by Gale Rothstein.

“Midge’s Bite,” a memoir by Donna Lynn Marsh. Art by Gale Rothstein.

Childhood fears swell into adult insecurities. A rulebook. “There is something attractive in the intense itch, something satisfying in the scratching that I cannot resist. I know this makes it worse, makes it last longer, but sometimes, I can’t stop, can’t help it.” Gale Rothstein, “She Dreams of Her Disappointing LIfe that MIght Have Been, Then...
"The Archaeology of Desire": a portfolio by Gale Rothstein.

“The Archaeology of Desire”: a portfolio by Gale Rothstein.

“Where are we? Who is here with us? How big or small are we? Are we awake or dreaming?” This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. – – Editors’ Note Gale Rothstein’s work embraces dualisms in a conflicted environment: impermanence and reinvention, loss and hope. She unearths, cuts apart, and reassembles...
"The First Cry," a memoir by Marjorie Pryse.

“The First Cry,” a memoir by Marjorie Pryse.

Birth, separation, symbiosis. “No one knows what actually triggers the onset of labor — the moment when at least the mother becomes conscious that her infant might begin to have a life that she cannot predict or even necessarily share.” Photograph by Chad Hunt. Art by Isadora Hunt. 0 This feature is also available, in...
“The Beauty in Violence,” a poem by Stuart Gunter.

“The Beauty in Violence,” a poem by Stuart Gunter.

“At last, we snap to the pain, the need to be felt …” Enjoy this poem as a broadside by dragging the image to your desktop — or scroll down to read as plain text. It is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. The Beauty in Violence for James One day, driving my son to school: Hey,...
They're here! Presenting "Rivals & Players," our Winter 2019 issue.

They’re here! Presenting “Rivals & Players,” our Winter 2019 issue.

We’re online, live, and free to read on Medium!   Our Winter 2019 issue features lovers, fighters, warriors, war reenactors, ad men, insects, and neighbors. Do we play the game, or does the game play us? What do we get when we spin Fortune’s wheel? Who’s watching, anyway — and when are they coming for us?  ...