THRU Magazine Archive
A gentle cup in overflow finds the form of a shape so patient. Thumbs bristling inward graze on skin sprawling as a field of heather scented of earthy kin. They motion toward a door guarding a fevered tongue. Lungs fill and expel petals that mouth a song upon rolling hills of a foreign ground. From […]
My boyfriend is writing a story about a Native fisherman and his son. It is raining a lot and Portland is pale faced, getting puffy, she wears her clouds like a muu muu in the sky. His apartment faces the courtyard of a bar, a brick wall, an alley. But no, it isn’t that depressing. […]
An ode to a resurrected 1977 Volkswagen Dasher on her maiden voyage through the Columbia Gorge. You started singing a Queen song, something about loving his automobile. Mary in the back, talking drones and saying what she shouldn’t say. She loves saying what she shouldn’t say. Her Mississippi accent like the shadows of the clouds […]
Kathleen Dolan tries out for a National Women’s Soccer League championship team, the Portland Thorns. Ten years ago now, at a public college in Southeastern New York, I played my best soccer during weeknight intramural games. The games were late at night, beginning at nine and going until midnight, indoor at the school gym. Relaxed as […]
How I Grew Up Without Scientology “Do you see the table?” I nod yes. “Touch the table.” And I touch it. “Do you see the wall?” I nod yes. “Touch the wall.” And I touch it. I was a mute child at age five. The spell perhaps began to break there in that small auditing […]