Essay

He’s Not Your Dad

Scott Zeigler

Steve’s Foolish Weather Dare

Steve Jones

The Exit Guides and the Midwives

Lisa Regen

In Praise of Ointment

Edward Dougherty

My Journey Toward Writing the Arte of Now: Practice of Immediacy in the Arts

Nicolee McMahon

My Best Friend in Eighth Grade was Sasha

Luba Feigenberg

02/1/16 Goodwill $1.99

Stephanie Haun

Seeds of Love

Maria Dunn

Bipolar Type II: Electric Boogaloo

Megan Hesse

Chambers

Leilani Squire

There is a tender mystery about life—little seeds are planted inside the heart, which grow over time. Most of us are unaware of these little seeds, but when the one you love departs from this world an unusual thing begins to happen. Those little unknown seeds begin to grow. At first we are unmindful of these little seeds, for the pain of the loss is so great. But, as that

Dirty Love

Alaina Symanovich

The Big Picture

Daphne Deeds

Field Kallop is an artist whose primary tool is gravity. Her exhibition, The Melody of Structures, recently on view at The Tremaine Gallery, was an elegant contemplation of physics, mathematics, and the unseen structure of nature. The work is hard to categorize because it is at once drawing, sculpture, installation, and, during a public event when she constructed the piece, performance. As approximately fifty observers stood around the periphery of

Training as a Metaphor for Life

Jason Squire Fluck

Keep Breathing

Mary Lu Coughlin

Only four years ago, Morrie Markoff began his fifth career. He wanted to write, be a writer. This weekend, he will participate in the L.A. Times Book Festival reading from his first published book. Clearly, at age 103, the title of the book comes as no surprise: Keep Breathing The interview with Steve Lopez captured my imagination. I was surprised and delighted by what touched me in this interview: Keep

Why I Write

Piper Templeton

In the last year, I’ve taken an active, more formal approach to my writing by publishing an indie book on Kindle and CreateSpace, which led to submitting short stories here on bookscover2cover. However, looking back, the writer has always lived inside of me, that compulsion other authors will recognize to create stories on a blank sheet of paper. My earliest writing memory goes back to grade school. I was around

Never the Same, Again

Leilani Squire