In the past month or so, there’s a been a “ten book challenge” going around Facebook asking participants to list ten books that have influenced them in any way. I avoided participating for a while, just because how am I supposed to only list ten books that have influenced me? Every book, every story, every … Continue reading
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Sleepless Nights and Apologies — Heather Job
Three stars poke through the thick fog, like the stars guiding three wise men to sleeping Jesus in a manger. It’s a pathetic showing, but I can’t help feeling proud of those three pinprick stars for being so brave. They poke their heads over the smoke from the factories, jostling to see the city below. … Continue reading
Notions of a Dead Horse — Heather Job
The air is hot and sticky, thick with summer heat and the smell of decay. My skin feels waterlogged and my limbs like sandbags. We stand in the fading light of the Colorado sunset, a shotgun loaded in his hand, looking out over the barren pasture. Before us is a horse, his daughter’s. It lies … Continue reading
All I See Is A Challenge
One of the occupational hazards of being a humanities major with friends in the sciences is being constantly assured that your studies are a joke. When I tell my friends that I am stressed, and especially when I indicate that writing is the stressor, they look at me like I have five heads. I’m a … Continue reading
