The Pandemic of Anger
by Alexandra Panic
Issue No. 277 ~ June, 2020
If you thought you lived a normal life in a normal state, I am so sorry for your recent loss.
If you thought you lived a normal life in a normal state, I am so sorry for your recent loss.
In kindergarten, I discover I am brown. Or rather, what it means to be brown.
“Why am I a white male character?” The author, looking coldly into his half-written manuscript, responds, “Because. I am.”
She looked up just before the rocks became roots and the ancient cypress trees surrounded her. A nebulous cloud of sickly white stretched across the sky with patches of it undulating like the underside of cardboard with the first layer torn off.
We are not always born to our people. I was born to an octopus. She had long tentacles that were ever reaching and seething and monstrous.
You hand me a glass of wine walk across the floor and stand in front of a mirror and I realize I have never seen your reflection before and thought it might be a good idea to capture this moment learn a bit more about …
we watched free solo about the guy who climbed el capitan with no ropes always one finger grip away from death and as we sat glued to our computer screen for two hours without moving as the next american hero begins his ascent and remember …