You only live once.
Achieve your dreams.
Cherish the ones you love.
Make omens to heal.
Plan vacations that you WILL take, no matter how extravagant.
Hold on to family roots.
Break down doubt.
Mend broken promises.
Follow your spirit.
You only live once, so live.
National Book Award finalist Patricia McCormick discusses her work at the UNO Criss Library during an intimate reading of her latest novel, "Never Fall Down."
Marcella, the first English book ever published that explored sexuality from taboo standpoints, will celebrate its 40th birthday this month with the release of a 40th anniversary limited edition of the classic version.
The second round of submissions is in and 13th Floor Magazine has begun the editing process.
You twitch in your sleep.
At first, your face is peaceful,
a swell of silence, a blank lullaby,
waiting, twiddling its thumbs for lyrics
written by Queen Mab's calligraphy.
Instead, the honest Puck
Sneaks up with dustings of tripped
Up fairy musk, curling up
Your nose with its more or less distasteful
Like an old dog twitching at a
Bad dream, you shoo away Hermia's
Irksome trouble, or at least, you try.
It frightens me a little, the way
Your body stutters, as if the
Weird Sisters are casting Macbeth's
Prophecies, and nights of
If I could, I would brush away
The spider beds, inked with dew and anxieties
From your head.
I love to see the lullaby when you sleep.
My face hits something hard as I fall out from the mirror. There's a sickening crack and blood and bits of teeth fill my mouth, and I almost pass out from shock. I welcome the pain. It reminds me I'm real again.
Dim orange light reveals a row of toilet stalls. Guttural whisperings echo from the mirror.
"You've lost him."
"It doesn't matter."
"He was our best."
"We'll replace him."
I shrink back against the wall, become one with the shadows under the sink. Whatever their words, I know they'll come for me. They always do.