Many writers still view AI as a usurper—an entity to be kept at arm’s length lest the spark of human
In her debut poetry collection, “My Mother Says Write: Shadow Work,” Egypt English provides a vulnerable and empowering glimpse into
Dear Young Us, I know love to be both a villain and a hero. It cuts deep into your being
Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill trying to dismiss the inevitable arrival of morning. Still despite our success of
The seals have been broken, the trumpets have sounded, and still the great masses of the human familia choose to
Is she? Bipolar? Me? Bipolar…oh no…I think I might be…manic though But she’s off-kilter. Her got PTSD in our bloodstream
Have you prepared yourself to die Egypt? that is what the lot of you asked me. I said “No”—unknown to
I had never seen a heart collapse before the day I ran through the threshold of the old rundown barn