“Welcome to the 47th Annual Twins Convention”

Pamela Painter

That is printed on two signs on either side of the hotel’s bar and lounge. Bunches of paired balloons—two blue, two pink, two yellow—sway beside the arched doorway.  No wonder the desk clerk at the Carson City Hilton handed me…


Pamela Painter

My agent calls.  He never calls.  He says Gordon wants to see me tomorrow in his office.  Gordon is the show’s writer, producer, creative genius.  He never talks to us actors, hardly ever comes by the set.   My agent says,…


Paris Wu

Lurching out of the classroom, I throw my body against a wall, and allow gravity to pull me to the floor. I haven’t slept in days. Staring into space, I try to process what has happened in the past week—midterms,…


Liam Cetti

The wind whips my hair as I saunter along the uneven sidewalk. I brush it back with my hand, and then look up at the church building I’d just escaped. My family sits inside, absorbing the thundering words of the…

Teodros Kiros – Imagination and Inquiry

Selected Stories from Hirut and Hailu and Essays from Philosophical Essays and Ethiopian Discourse

For generations novelists and philosophers have sharply separated these two zones of human imagination. I am making a modest attempt to draw from these two intimately related sources, convinced that we can engage the interiors of these zones of the imagination as we struggle to make sense of our human existence.

The Emancipatory Potential of the Beautiful:

Erich Johnson

It is safe to say that a common, popular conception of art is that which depicts the beautiful. Nonetheless, even this seemingly benign assumption raises some interesting questions. Is beauty a subjective or an objective notion? Does it reside in…

Poetry by Kevin Shaabi

Be the one to squeeze my hand, \ As I gaze at the freckled beauty of life \ Be the one to keep the mug of spent coffee, \ On the bright side of the shadows, \ ...