IT PAYS by Allyson Darling   Violet-colored feathers encircled my eyes; the elastic tied around my head pulled at my hair — a Mardi Gras mask wasn’t exactly the item I had imagined wearing to protect my identity. I lied on my stomach with my feet splayed out on a

The seas are rising, the bees are dying, and Donald Trump is the commander & chief of the most decked out army the world has ever seen. We’re not going to have another free election, the social safety net is unraveling & the brightest minds of our generation are focused

By Jonas Barnes When I first laid eyes on “The Exorcist“, I shit my pants. Was it fear or was it the fact that I was a 6 year old? I guess we’ll never know the answer to that question. It did, however, set off a chain of events that

In the aggressively hip neighborhood in Brooklyn where I live, there is a sushi place that I walk by every single day on my way home from work. There is some sparse indoor and outdoor seating, which is nearly always full, regardless of the time of day, and their delivery

By Rebecca Rush Lez Get Together! It’s #Pride month, and with it, our responsibility as progressive coast dwellers to carry the message: Lez is not less, gay is not gross, trans is not troubled, and bisexuality is real. After living a life of suppression, being  ‘straight enough to pass’ became

INROADS UP HILLS by John Christopher Nelson The rises and falls distort Celia’s sense of place. Tonight is too cold for May, and the cartilage in her knees stiffens as she navigates the familiar, unsafe path to her apartment. Hosting at a bar means getting stuck at work until the

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