The world is broken, bitter, and thorny. The world is a honeycomb, dripping in mercy. I say we split the deck. A cat can play from either side.
Tabitha is not picky. Tabitha is not persnickety. Tabitha is simply the editor of an eminent literary journal.
We assume every good tale has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But if we are lucky enough to come to the ends of ourselves, we may learn a new story.
For the sake of science, answer the following to the best of your ability. Would you rather be named after: Your grandma Your favorite Hobbit A living legend with the power to save the planet
I’m sorry, NASA. Forgive us, Planetary Society. But there is no “path of totality.” We have this on authority greater than Galileo. Her name was Unicorn.
Once you have been loved, you can do almost anything. You can string the universe together by sheer force of cheese. You can command all the laps in New Jersey. You can receive 98% of the vote, all precincts reporting, and enact Burritos For All on your first day in office. But there is one […]
“Cherish the kittens.” It seems obvious. Obvious enough to be absurd. Obvious enough to be obscene. But then again, you and I are covered in eyes.
A heart can break and break and break, but still live off a hidden wholeness. For this to happen, you must install a peacemaker.
Have you ever watched a cat turn into an acrobat in his sleep? Unaware of his own powers, he arcs like elbow macaroni. He spreads his arms as though he’s trying to hug the horizon. He joins synchronized swimmers from some celestial deep end. His whiskers laugh at their own jokes. His eyelids tell you […]