Deluge
May 4, 2020Two Poems by Lisa Furmanski
I tune to the wren and hear a thousand miles in a syllable.
Talking Writing Magazine
Perceived Threats
May 4, 2020Pen-and-Ink Feature by Darrell Urban Black
The words I find most comforting during the pandemic are words of unity.
When You Have No Choice
May 4, 2020Essay by Molly Correll
I wanted to pretend I was okay, that it was a happy day and I was there for a better reason.
The Right of the Sun to Die
May 4, 2020Poem by R. J. Keeler
After it exercises its right to swell to a red giant and incinerate the younger earth.
Sexy
May 4, 2020Comic Feature by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
I was twelve and barely knew who Trump was, but it was still disturbing.
Return to New York
May 4, 2020Report by Keith Langston
The feeling of being protected, of being immune, and of being separate vanished.
Writing in a Crisis
April 20, 2020TW Contributors Respond to the Global Pandemic
It makes no sense to close yourself off from others now. I receive a joke, laugh my head off, pass it on. If it's not in a language that the other person knows, I translate it.
