Poem by Willow Kan Liew Bei who is a weaver of conjoined heartsseparating in cranberry tears a transplant is to be made, to be found in the marrows of neon boulevards & the trees are never, will never be sympathetic statues, eyes of primal beings The surgeon shall smolder under a righteous sun.
Category Archives: Uncategorized
Pockets
By John Oberholzer Women’s History Month Prose Winner What’s in your pockets right now? Have a feel, pat them down. Somewhere in the world, not far from you; a man is walking down the street. He’s on his way to meet a girl he found on tinder last week. There’s a wallet in his pocket.Continue reading “Pockets”
Love in Literature
This is a compilation of our “Love in Literature” themed week here at SeaGlass. The world of writing is bound up in the world of the living. We pour our lives into our art and the stories we tell hold the deepest parts of ourselves in them. The most impactful of these stories reflect ourContinue reading “Love in Literature”
The Story of Great-Great-Grandmother Gisele
When my grandmother was a young woman, she sold emotions. Right there on that very street corner, you see? Where the sign post and the lamp meet. They were usually bottled, of course, by the time they reached her table, and she would line them up one by one, in neat little rows. The womanContinue reading “The Story of Great-Great-Grandmother Gisele”
To Kill A Prince
The wind blew hot air into town, making it stifling in Layla’s hiding place, makingit hard to breath (the scarf covering her mouth didn’t help). It protected her face against surprise sand storms, but did nothing to help her breathing. Layla had taken her hiding place as soon as the last sliver of sun dippedContinue reading “To Kill A Prince”
Confronting the Imposter
/The exaggerated esteem in which my life’s work is held makes me very ill at ease. I feel compelled to think of myself as an involuntary swindler.Albert Einstein When we find ourselves staring at the face of success – success we’ve worked towards with diligence and perseverance, and perhaps, faith in divine predetermination – weContinue reading “Confronting the Imposter”
SoulHates
In Central Park stands the oldest tree in the world, but you wouldn’t know just by looking at it. There is nothing remarkable about it. In fact, aside from the set of carven initials on the side, it would look exactly like the others. That, and the stupid tree refuses to die. Rachel had triedContinue reading “SoulHates”
