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Philadelphia-based poet and writer focusing on social justice, popular culture, history, and education.
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Day after his second inauguration and I’m watching people steal from the CVS at Market and 11th. Since the pandemic stores have gotten cagey, installed antitheft devices. All the things you need—shampoo and razor blades and toothpaste—are kept behind locked glass, and you must push a button to summon an attendant to get what you came for. I came for detergent.
One in four people cannot be hypnotized, and I am one of them. I have never been good at visualizing things, of picturing what people want me to see when my eyes are closed. I cannot fix myself on an imaginary white light; I can't bear to feel my mind vaporously tethered to what stays below.
Kristina Garvin You and I have the same memories. We were born the same year. What binds us: the lasso arms of Halley's comet, its choreographed doubling-back to happen only after we're dead. We've been practicing nostalgia since before we could drive. What we remember, together: Baby Jessica in the well.
Nonfiction by Kristina Garvin, Eclectica Magazine v28n3
Stephen Hawking held a party for time travelers from the future. He invited them after the party was over, after the hors d'oeuvres had gone off, sallow under pink lighting, the chocolate-covered strawberries melting aside champagne gone cloudy. He figured that if they were from the future, they'd h
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Sky Island Journal hails from southwestern New Mexico, where the desert meets the mountains and the indigenous meets the exotic. This is a land of shapeshifters, where the old gods find sanctuary. This is a forever land, one of Gemini dualities: a place where the twins-time and space-are conjoined.
It was Jean's idea to follow me home, but she didn't plan to fall asleep on my porch. That evening, as light drained from the sky and shadows darkened the houses across the street, Jean sat against the wooden frame of the porch and drifted off.