
Letter from the Editor
Dear Readers of So to Speak, Welcome to yet another fantastic online issue, featuring visual art, poetry, fiction, and nonfiction that emphasizes a particular intersection.
Dear Readers of So to Speak, Welcome to yet another fantastic online issue, featuring visual art, poetry, fiction, and nonfiction that emphasizes a particular intersection.
if you do not know how to without emptying it of anxious colors we are all rotten with choice but photosynthesis
JESUS DOESN’T LOVE THE LITTLE CHILDREN AS MUCH HAS HE USED TO ain’t that just the gotdamn truth? red & yellow? nope, don’t want em’
First, my father with his guitar and mellow tenor like a campfire, after a septennial of babies, bulimia, depression that clung like woodsmoke. Then, my
The morning I left him, I unrolled reams of toilet paper; it lay in soft defiance on the bathroom floor. He hated that. How many times
It’s 9:00 AM on a Monday morning in the Village. I’m on the fifth floor of Joffrey studios and I’m standing at the barre. My
Sitting cross-legged on the guestroom daybed, Aunt Diana looked a bit like her namesake goddess. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse so that
The First I really need to choose one specific day every week to wash my clothes. My current method hails from the world-renowned “Wait
I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my