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And Let it Be Enough

In Search of Joe Bolton

by Charlotte Allyn

There are American flags on every street in Cadiz, Kentucky,  a small town in Trigg County. The town is small, with basic stores: a grocery, an antique store, a flower shop, a hardware store, a couple of bars. It is well maintained. I went there in the summer of 2013 to learn more about the poet Joe Bolton, who was born there. I didn’t stay long. There’s not much to see, and I spent more time driving around the surrounding farmlands, dotted with old cemeteries roamed by cows and horses then I did in the town.

"Don't You Bite My Butt!"

An interview with the Local Animal Communicator

by Catherine Sinow

Admitted Students Day, 2013: a cloudy weekend when I took in all the old buildings that would envelop me for the next four years. Walking down Tejon, my mom pointed to a sign in front of an office building. Alongside the offices of tax lawyers and massage therapists was “Linda Nija Nations, MA: Psychotherapist [and] Animal Communicator.” My mom laughed as I stroked my chin in curiosity. Two years later, I gave Linda a call.

From Southside to Skate City

A branch on the Rink Family Tree

by Charlie Theobald

The rink is a wide-open oval, and one loop around measures just under a tenth of a mile. On Friday night at Skate City on North Academy, the floor is flooded with dozens of skaters. They are mostly teenagers, local middle and high school students. Some hold hands as they skate while others skate backwards, turn and skate forwards, trade handshakes and flirt. They are suddenly dexterous, graceful and intuitive. The smallest children, guided by their parents, wear skates so square and plastic they resemble Fisher-Price toys.

Living in the Shadow

The buried threat of our nonexistence

by Sarah Hamilton

On July 16, 1945, the radio frequency that the United States military was using to broadcast the countdown to the Trinity Test suffered interference from a local radio station. As a result of a strange fluke, the commanding officers of the operation heard strains from Tchaikovsky’s “Serenade for Strings” broadcasted through the control bunker as the final seconds expired and the bomb dropped, six miles away—the first detonation of a nuclear weapon in the United States. Stepping outside...


Urban Voices, Rural India


Searching for Endless Dicks: The Search for a Satisfying (Auditory) Experience


Are you Listening? Reconsidering the Art of Conversation


Vancouver’s Fog: Breaking a Nation’s Silence

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Unmasking ISIS: Behind the Black Shroud


How to be Lonely: Solitude and Distraction on the Block Plan


Writing for Strangers

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Uncomfortable Underground: A Summer of Subway Blues




Dragon Man: Repurposing Artifacts of the American Past


Breathe In, Sing Out: Behind the Open Mic

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Talk Baby to Me: Inside the World of Willies and Whizzes




My Mother’s Tongue


Gone Girl: Incidental Invisiblity


Letter from the Editor- The Anonymous Issue


Suspenders of Disbelief: The Curious Case of Real-Life Superheroes


A Comic by Lukey Walden

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Turning Off Cruise Control: How I stopped going through the motions

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The News in 140 Characters: Six degrees of inaccuracy



Speaking Between Breaths: A story stuck on words


Yiddish and the Grateful Dead: What in the world ever became of Palo Alto?


“And Let It Be Enough:” In search of Joe Bolton


Living in the Shadow: The buried threat of our nonexistence


From Southside to Skate City: A branch on the Rink Family Tree


Speaking to the Nation: The craft of the American story


A Story of Transitions through One-Way Tickets


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