Past in Prints by Shraya Singh Sumie tells us it’s time to test our cups. She pours cardamom tea into each one, the mosaic of never-used post-glaze pottery catching the light that streams in through the window, a single ray refracted in the soft brown stream of tea...
Kathy, I’m Lost by Scott Nadelson Blame it on Simon & Garfunkel. Bookends was playing in the coffee shop where he stopped most mornings on his way to work, or maybe just Greatest Hits. In either case, those lyrics about laughing on the bus followed by...
Inside the Whale by Caitlin Dwyer I wanted to be wild and allowed to roam. Four months pregnant, I thought that motherhood could not change that instinct for exploration. Then I smelled the bear. Shit-smell filled my nostrils, rich and sour: the third scat we’d seen...
