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Home: Finding My Way in the Maine Woods Part 3: Promised Land

Anthony EmersonCovering FAMILY, PLACE, AND HEALTHTDR Regular Contributor / October 20, 2021 Part Three: Promised Land There is a place that I love so much I wish nobody else knew about it. And yet, people do know about it. I’ve seen other souls haunting the space, blind to my reverence and sense of ownership over…

Minneapolis Almost a Year and a Half After George Floyd’s Death

Nicole ZelnikerCOVERING A YEAR LATER: HOW LOCAL COMMUNITIES CONTINUE TO ADVOCATE FOR BLACK LIVES AFTER GEORGE FLOYD’S MURDERTDR Regular Contributor / October 19, 2021 George Floyd’s death resonated with people across the country and around the world. In the immediate aftermath, protests cropped up in cities near and far. Politicians and grassroots organizers have come…

My soul sits at the edge of Arlington and Washington DC

A Poem by Anita Nahal Quietly awaiting my return. Arms crossed, kinda slouched, in grass blades drenched to their core, at the corner of where Arlington and DC shake hands. Puddles around me…tiny pools of hope glistening and swaying, grooving with drops that fall incessantly. Not the stormy kind. Enough to wet me, though leaving…

Poem About Pee

A Poem by Michael Cox-Maldonado for Fred D’Aguiar To search online if it’s your prostate?Petrifying, like spottinga poison tree frog on your palm.A lump that pollutes.My professor, polite and playful,I will write, just like you.Us drinking Shock Top at Wolfgang Pucks.Picture us poeticizing with all the p’s and piss.Pick up the pace? How with plague…

Want to Be a Writer? Write Something!

Ronald McGuireCovering The Business of Being a WriterTDR Regular Contributor /October 1, 2021 So you want to be a writer, and the starting point seems obvious, write something! Therein lies the problem. Writing, creating, storytelling, that is the beginning of the journey, not the destination. The next step is getting published, and as hard as…

Heaven for One

A Poem by Nicole Cosme My father has a pet snail, he named it One Because it has one antenna. When the antenna grows back, the name will be ironic. My father says, No his name will still be One. He comes outside for a smoke, pulls the snail from its place beneath the stairs.…

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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

F. Scott Fitzgerald