by Ferdinand HunterSometimes, even now that I’m older and freer, and I am feeling especially alone in the world, I find myself whispering the words of the Apostles’ Creed.
by Kaori FujimotoYou rush from your home in the Tokyo area, and, as the train station comes into view, you see your fellow commuters bottlenecked into the street.
by Amye ArcherThere are nights when I look at you, feel for you in the dark, and the falling into one another, the estuary we create, is still so easy.
by Alan SwyerDubbed by Jerry Wexler of Atlantic Records The greatest singer—and hustler—in the world, Solomon Burke had a story second to none.
by Christie TateRegret not a single time you ran full-speed into situations that violated every standard of ethics, morality, hygiene, civility, and OSHA.
by Maggie LaneI feel another body from the empty side of the bed pressing against mine, a heavy, immovable body made of worry and anxiety.
by Amye ArcherIt is dark. The summer is ending, but we can still taste her on our tongues. Twenty beers between us has made you hungry for me.
by Alan SwyerThanks to a combination of persistence, conniving, and luck, I was in a privileged position in Paris: writing the Paris section of a travel guide.
by Alan SwyerThe first time Ike Turner told me I’d been sent to him by God, I should have known enough to bolt.
by Ann SwannFebruary in West Texas, the grass is scabby, mesquites thin and low. Here and there a slab of gray stone breaks the skin of the earth as though breaching for air.
by Adriana Gardella“Somebody’s going to have to share,” I said to the eight utensils assembled in the dishwasher’s silverware basket, one per compartment. I towered over them, dangling a recently used cereal spoon.
by Alan SwyerMy first music video was neither planned nor predictable. In fact, it ran counter to the conventional trajectory whereby directors begin their careers by making music videos or commercials, then graduate to feature films.
by George Drew“What is syntax?” That was my opening question to my Introduction to Poetry section one memorable first day of class.
by Julie McGalliardThe cocktail waitress in the logo is obviously based on the stereotypical sexy gal truck flaps. I can’t remember when I first saw one of those, but I first noticed them in Thelma and Louise, when the title characters make fun of it.