
Look at Me
Her, for the 100th time : “Mama, look! Look at me, Mama! Look, I can do cartwheels/bend myself like a pretzel/the most difficult ballet pose in the world/hang upside down… Read more »
Her, for the 100th time : “Mama, look! Look at me, Mama! Look, I can do cartwheels/bend myself like a pretzel/the most difficult ballet pose in the world/hang upside down… Read more »
I’ve tried this experimental form for a personal essay – the mosaic or the braided essay. I’ve only used it for fiction before.
Editor’s note : It’s easy to think that essays must always be linear – A happens then B happens then C happens. But some of the most engaging essays don’t… Read more »
…is lonely. Days and nights meld together between its insulating walls. Ghosts of your past life haunt you. They torture you with glimpses of the time before you started living… Read more »
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »