By Joseph Sigurdson
I don’t get high, I get healthy. Every 5 a.m. I wake with the dooming shiver and scare of what I think is death. The Xanax helps with that. But it’s important you understand that the pills are barely fun. What is fun is the stale malt-licky, the syrupy whiskey, the motherly Bud, the chug-glug, the cold mug, the coffee porter, the moonshine drip, the ginny gin gin, the shivery sip. O how I love to rhyme and sing. I love to drink and never eat.
By Dan Lu No worry about money. No need for ask. Mama ai ni Mama say do your homework before bed, Mama tuck you in at night, Mama cross an ocean for you the salt is in your blood feel the sting in your flesh the fracture in your bones ...
By Peyton Bender Grandma is small like me. Nestled into her faded flowered sheets, huddled into a pillow-fort coffin, her wrinkled eyelids blanket her eyes; her lips do not greet me with a smile today. She breathes like my cabbage patch doll—so subtly ...
By Hannah L. Nelson I hate that change means we lose that piece of what used to be. Understandably not entirely, ...