Advocates hoped establishing the safe area would offer sex workers at least some measure of sanctuary. Continue reading A Fragile Sanctuary: England’s ‘Legal’ Red Light District
Toru stayed with me a few days. Because affection breeds a desire to possess. I googled what they might like to eat. Continue reading Introducing: Kiskadee
There are thresholds between realities as they are lived. That’s where Yanagisawa plants himself and listens. Continue reading Kyoto and the Ultrasonic Bat Detector
The concern that I know nothing whatsoever. Continue reading How Do I Know That I Know Anything At All?
How does the new breed of misogynists compare to their turn of the century predecessors? Continue reading A Testing Station For The End Of The World
Looking on the bright side of a situation may be a balm, but is it really optimism if you have to force yourself to find it? Or is optimism more scientific, like serotonin? Continue reading Is Forced Optimism Still Optimism?
Cesca Janece Waterfield One year later, I am accepted into a small private college in North Carolina and the first essay I write as a freshman is titled, “The Shared Characteristics of Violence and Grace.” My composition professor is a man of stocky elegance with a Chapel Hill Ph.D. and instant recall of Jim Morrison’s poetry. He begins to dispense students to my dorm room … Continue reading Dissolution in the Dorm
That winter, when I lived in a 200 square foot apartment with laundry in the basement, I spent more than $200 on sheets, bedding and underwear. Continue reading On Death and Priming