Issue 12 / Winter 2018 How do we notice what is not there? What does it take to recognize the missing or the invisible? Driving down a Los Angeles street we had driven down at least one thousand times, I noticed a newly vacant lot. “What used to be there?” I...
Issue 12 / Winter 2018 I found him slouched against the wall by the Kids Foot Locker on Canal Street, though he looked to be long past kiddie shoes. He was waiting for the streetcar and seemed familiar to me because I’d dreamt about someone like him the night...
Issue 12 / Winter 2018 “You said the medicine was ‘injectable,’” I said. “That means that it’s able to be injected. So you don’t have to inject it, right?” It was my third appointment with the neurologist, and I was battling her over proper administration...
How the moon feels and the balance of writing By Monica Prince Essayist Randon Billings Noble is featured as one of the outstanding contributors in the inaugural issue of the SFWP Annual, a new release from the Santa Fe Writers Project whose debut on October 1,...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 When I escaped from an intensive wilderness therapy program, I got labeled a “run risk” and my diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder with a history of suicidal behavior labeled me a “self-harm risk.” Both made me utterly unappealing to all...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 When I was fifteen, I met the mechanic. The plane touched down in Atlanta in July, and my hair was still windblown from the Colorado Rockies. My mother’s words echoed as I stepped onto the tarmac: I’m bringing someone with me. I saw him...
