Published today… at last!
Boston-area readers — see you on September 23rd!
By: Margaret Wertheim
Not merely another age is conjured here, but a near-alien mindset.
By: Alex Gerasev
Each time I put on the parka after that my shame felt fresh.
By: Sara Ryan
She’s alive especially because of her size, proportionate to my hand.
By: Paola Antonelli
It was not for the faint of heart.
By: Mark Dery
What pricks me is his mild, barely there smile.
By: Becky Stern
I brought the sweater to Maker Faire to show it off…
He welded a lot of unspoken love into it.
By: Charles Glaubitz
I was distracted by her beautiful eyes.
By: Nathaniel Rich
When the cheap ink began to fade, they seemed only to grow in value.
By: Mikita Brottman
They were irrationally overjoyed.
By: Kathryn Davis
One day toward the end of naptime Raymond slipped me a card.
By: Leah Hennessey
I was not available, but the entity to which I belonged was fictional.
By: Ben Greenman
He looked at the soup can and smiled. Then he signed it.