Lilies have bloomed,
sprung up like a child reaching out
for something just beyond her fingertips,
reviving what was a desolate garden
By Maria Melina Tomizzi
In eating disorders, what seems like order can but anything but.
The entropy of anxiety and speaking (poem).
Why I got a tattoo.
Entropy reminds us to keep our personal expectations grounded in reality.
The unreachable horizontal line that time runs after.
When the mirror gives us a distorted image of ourselves (poem).
A man struggling with entropy in his marriage goes out to look at the night sky.
A group of students voluntarily experiment with a two-week social media blackout. Disorder ensures, and new order emerges.
Writing a short author bio turns into a complex exercise.
A pantoum about memory loss (poem).
The entropy of my everyday life is lower than that of my father's generation, but higher than that of my cats.
Entropy makes life harder, which is sometimes just what we need.
How do we make Dawson more environmentally sustainable?