Dawn Oberg’s writing covers a range simultaneously comedic and biting, sad and sardonic. Her music finds a new way to twist the knife in, or maybe deliver an earnest compliment,…
For two days, I fight the story welling up in me, denying the itch of the burn, the angry redness biting at my skin. And then I wake up the third day and say to myself, “My mom was raped when she was my age. When she was twenty-seven.”
I joined the Marfa Volunteer Fire Department six months ago. So far, I have been to zero fires—the West Texas wildfire season doesn’t really pick up until spring—and two fire…
Godzilla, great grey-green monster, rises up out of the ocean, makes his way toward Tokyo. Is always making his way toward Tokyo. Perpetually swimming in cold waters, bubble trail on…