To erase all sound…by G. Mramor

The girls are crying on the seaboard. They swing from ropes and bash into boards, their small fat breasts half bare, clawing at their throats. The water cuts black and makes no sound. Behind the hill across the way the sun sets a waving dread behind Saint Stephen's stand. The clouds are still, whole bodies … Continue reading To erase all sound…by G. Mramor

#Bussinglife: On Why I Took The Worst P/T Job I’ve Ever Had (Julia Taveras)

Contrary to the popular assumption that an aspiring writer and performer must also have a PhD in waiting tables, after four years of living in New York, I'd never had a restaurant job. Fresh from moving and starting college, my first job in the city was at my University's Art & Design Library, then I … Continue reading #Bussinglife: On Why I Took The Worst P/T Job I’ve Ever Had (Julia Taveras)