bifurcating like a heart would/night scatters into pieces/reassembled like a girl should/be I tug the laces/of my boots and hold the shadows
On February 26, 2019, we asked our Twitter followers to tell us the biggest and most beautiful stories they could within Twitter’s longer, and more storytelling-friendly, 280-character limit. We were overjoyed with the response, with more than 200 entries for us to read and debate. We’re now happy to announce the winners of our second […]
One day, we came home from a walk in the woods and found something waiting for us. It wasn’t a this, or a that, or a they; it was a bunch.
you are always
On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
As always, we were stunned by the high quality of the submissions we received, and so grateful to our esteemed final judges.
We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’