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i. road to nowhere

Doña Esthela.  You utter the name of this place or mention it in a hushed conversation and people respond as if you had referenced some kind of religious guru. 479 more words


Father Figure

I can’t say I am sad about it. What’s done is done. I’m not allowed to be sad about it anyway. Good riddance.

I see him a handful of times when he passes through town, his small red pickup truck parked out in front of our house for a couple of hours. 627 more words


“Memories We Share”

Many of us identify specific periods of our lives with certain albums of the time. For me, one of those Soundtracks is “An Evening with John Denver” – a live album that was released in February of 1975. 279 more words


Blood Line (How Do I Articulate This?)

I am a bursting little thing inside of my mother. We go to Jefferson Memorial Hospital and are sent home because Mom doesn’t require medical attention, only to end up with her giving birth to me two hours later inside my parents’ parked Ford Tempo in the gravel driveway of my grandparents’ home in Ware, Missouri. 2,957 more words


January, Present Tense by Arielle Trager

The following journal excerpts have been rewritten in the present tense.
January 2014, Middletown, CT
Today I realize that you can see the graveyard from my window. 1,313 more words

Bitterzoet Magazine

Chinese New Year, The Chronicles

CNY is really special, you know it is when the roads empties and everything shuts down by about 3-4pm on the Eve of it.  It is special, not because I am a Chinese per se, I am 3rd generation Singaporean, Chinese, in that order and if anyone asks, I’d say I am South East Asian.   683 more words



The Amazing Racists

Ten teams of two race around the continental United States in attempts to please a 70-year-old infantile narcissist. The ultimate scavenger hunt for scavengers. 559 more words