Posts by Narting Tadoo
Those Bears (pt. 3)
Jarod Roselló
You want to watch a movie?
Nah, I think I'm going to go write for a bit.
Soul Retrieval in the Southwest
Lana Spendl
At my friend’s bonfire on a chilly Southwestern night, a blond woman in Birkenstocks approached me and said that her name was Singing Humyn.
Night Swim
Dan Reiter
Memories are like Asian pears. Store them cold and they will keep.
She climbed shivering out of the river. The Taigan smeared its nose on her shin. Soily fish. Down on the rug, massaging its
My Father Bottles Howls
Drew Knapp
On the nights my father brings home a new howl my mother prepares a feast and adorns a whalebone corset like a rib carved from the moon. On these nights I love my family because we are together and in this way I have come to worship the wolf.
Future Daughter
Sally Rodgers
Untitled One
Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the story being if thrown into something sombrous, spokes-of-light, it
Those Bears (pt. 2)
Jarod Roselló
Someone is in trouble! Should I be running toward danger?
Bear Country
Christian TeBordo
I realized that my son’s vocabulary, though impressive, would not help much with anything he was likely to encounter in everyday life, now or in the future.
Flying Machine (pt. 2)
Lydia Conklin
Flying is dangerous, Lydia. I don't want to die today, do you?
I guess not.
As Easter Approaches
Louise De Vilmorin; translated by Madeleine Maillet
Another family story. I can’t get away from it. As Easter approaches, I find myself thinking about one of my aunts who, when it came to transportation, had only known the transportations of
Three Poems
Karen Skolfield
When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.
Those Bears (pt. 1)
Jarod Roselló
I'm just like everyone else... A person drinking coffee...