The photograph above was taken two days ago. It is a simple photo depicting my desk in the Nonfiction Writing Program at the University of Iowa. Several pages of an essay are spread across the desk and there's a pair of wire framed reading glasses...

  By Andrea Scarpino   Los Angeles   I figure skated when I was younger, and spent many hours dreaming of the Olympics, planning routines in my head to music on the radio, imagining elaborate costumes. My favorite thing to do on the ice was...

    Because I often think about the dead I see the caissons rolling into view As if leaving us is prologue To returning—though I don’t see Christians & there is no ascendant light Above the Capitol The streets of Washington glow...

  This morning while shaving I was thinking. Who stole our nation’s good, old fashioned phony-ness? Bzzzzzz! My razor kissed my nose. Who swiped our beautiful, dopey self-imposed credulity? Bzzzzz! I extinguished a warlock’s hair...

  The following excerpted article comes to us from The Inclusion Daily Express. We at Planet of the Blind shiver at the apparition of Teddy Roosevelt's ghost. Remember him? He believed that the dark races worldwide were inferior to white Americans...