Dear Secretary Clinton:
By: J.D. Greenman
He came up behind me, his steps cozy and bare. He slid an arm around my waist, and another around my shoulders. I leaned my head…
I’ve always thought of myself as being a fairly self-aware individual. I spend far too much time and energy analyzing how and…
I’ve discharged a duty. Laid down a burden. Exercised my franchise.
I voted, and I feel…
It’s November 9, 2016. I wake up to my alarm clock in the same ungraceful half-asleep shock as I do every morning, looking out into the dark abyss of my window as I think to myself that it’s too fucking early for me to be up. It’s just like…
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,” answered Gandalf, who knew the…
