How do social aid programs decide who gets their resources? The decision is difficult, and front-line social workers have been tasked with this difficulty for decades. But with more and more frequency, these decisions are being handled by computers.
As we move further into the information age, the fear grows that our data will be used against us. Virginia Eubanks’ research seems to indicate that for the working class, this is already the case. She works with a prog...
THE AUDITION: a short story by Caroline Galdi
Amanda’s violin complemented her. It seemed the perfect size, as if it had been made for the space under her chin. “It fits you so well,” I’d told her once. “You could be, like, a violin model.”
She’d shrugged at this comment and continued to hash out another peal of scales. Amanda was always practicing. “Five hours a day,” she’d told me when I asked. “But that’s a minimum, you know? If I have time I’ll practice more.”
[Warning: This article contains discussion of sexual abuse.]
In the past few months, Hollywood has seen an uprising in the voices of sexual assault victims who have fallen prey to its most powerful men. Among the latest of the women coming forth is J. K. Stein, who has released a memoir anonymously detailing her experience with a man only named as The Director.
Stein’s book, now available on Amazon, is a compilation of a series of journal entries detailing the dura...
Eric G. Wilson is no stranger to publishing. As a professor at Wake Forest University, he has written several literary nonfiction books which have received critical acclaim. He has also been published in several esteemed literary magazines and other publications. But, his newest release marks a new step in his literary work. “Polaris Ghost” launches Wilson’s career into fiction with a psychologically compelling collection of short stories.
Wilson gave a talk at Scu...
The secret to any great party is a great playlist. While many associate St. Patrick’s Day with drinking, merriment and the color green, there’s no better time to discover some of the great art that’s come out of England’s neighbor island. Ireland has produced some fantastic folk music, but it’s also contributed some truly unique voices and talents to the Western canon of rock music. Here are five bands that have formed an Irish repertoire of music that transcends g...
I am warning the neighborhood
of a fire. we live in a painting so if someone
leaves the stove on, the entire canvas will burn us up.
it’ll crumble and become a pile of ash, newly rent
into carbon, trembling still warm on the floor, a clue
for a lab chemist to pore over. I dream
and it’s too real, I think a ghost is
holding me in my sleep, a ghost
with hair on his arms, a ghost with
hot breath. I think that I’m
haunted. my brain’s firing on every
cylinder, conjuring up images so real I ca...
today it’s like drowning,
or draining, maybe all the life
is draining out of me, maybe it’ll never come back.
mom says when I was born I had perfect
finger and toe nails, mathematically precise crescents
yet to be snipped, clipped, ripped, varnished or gnawed.
I’m thinking about how perfect my baby nails were,
how they’ll never be perfect again, how poorly I imitate
the shape formed in the womb.
The plan is that I will go on living for five-six more decades
You’ve left your phone in your apartment, and your work shift starts soon and you’re driving to the gig in Charlotte right after that, so you won’t have time to go back and get it, and would I mind too terribly to go back and pick it up for you? No. I wouldn’t mind at all. Your hand touches mine a little when you give me your apartment key. “I think I left it on my dresser,” you say.
“Sure,” I say, and take the key as if this is no big deal, as if you and I are ...