UK-based literary journal Riggwelter Press just published Storey Clayton’s essay “Lost and Found.” This essay examines Uber ridership through items accidentally discarded in the car, culminating in a poignant vignette. This work is the third excerpt from Clayton’s rideshare memoir…
When it snows, I’m accustomed to rushing to the window, plastering my eyes against the glass, feeling the eyebrow-brush against icy pane as I struggle to find contrast. At night, I look at lamplight, dull yellow or hard sodium orb,…
On Sunday, Trump’s US government temporarily closed the US/Mexico border at San Ysidro between Tijuana and San Diego. He ordered the use of teargas to disperse the crowds, colloquially and pejoratively described by some as the “migrant caravan,” many of…
Singapore-based online literary journal Eunoia Review just published Storey Clayton’s epic Uber story “Long Night’s Journey into Day.” This work is an excerpt from Clayton’s rideshare memoir, Driving for U: Behind the Wheel of a New Orleans Uber, recounting an…
The first-year literary journal Montana Mouthful just published its third issue online and in print. The collection, with a theme of “haunting,” includes Storey Clayton’s narrative nonfiction piece, “Mortals.” This work is an excerpt from Clayton’s rideshare memoir, Driving for…
Content warning: explicit sexual content, rape, rape culture When I was 11, I watched Anita Hill’s testimony during Clarence Thomas’ Senate confirmation hearing. It felt like everyone was watching, or at least listening. My parents held a week-long garage sale…
After my upsetting (in multiple ways!) and remarkably accurate prediction of the 2016 election two years ago, I’ve been expected by a particular cadre of Facebook friends to recreate the magic with the 2018 midterms. The midterms, unlike 2016, are…
A giant glass case crammed with taxidermy birds stands just outside the classroom where, in three hours’ time, I will begin teaching at West Virginia University for the first time. Overhead, resplendent avians of prey, wings outstretched, clutch equally dead…
“I was an alien in utero somehow missed New Mexico fell to Earth in Baltimore I know” -Counting Crows, “Dislocation” Moments of relatability are so resonant because they are rare. It is hard to write about alienation without feeling like…
You awake with a start, bolt upright, an I-overslept-my-job-interview panic in your pulse, but of course it’s hours too early and there’s barely any light making it through the new rectangle of blinds at an angle unfamiliar relative to your…