A new poem by Sara Slaughter (poetry, ’11) at every day, a century, “a curated writing project that challenges writers to create a one-hundred word prose poem every day”:


In the South, as elsewhere, fried chicken is called by the bone it’s served on. In the South, any good fried chicken joint will highlight the plates or baskets that include the pulley bone. This is the wishbone we fight over from Thanksgiving’s turkey. Smaller, though. Hollow. Its given name, furcula…[keep reading]

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