Skulls and Sharp-Petaled Roses The drive to the prison is beautiful once you leave the city. Highway 101 follows the Puget Sound’s west shore like a kindergartener’s tracing, sometimes hugging every curve and other times wandering off into the timber before returning, miles later, to the soft gray edges of the estuary. The famously scenic two-lane cuts long swaths through vast evergreen forest, creeping between the towering legs of Western Hemlock and erroneously named Wester

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An Interview with Travis Chi Wing Lau Savannah Trent Travis Chi Wing Lau is an assistant professor of English at Kenyon College; his courses and research focus on eighteenth- and nineteenth-century British literature and culture, the history of medicine, and disability studies. He received his BA in English with a minor in Classcal Civilization from the University of California, Los Angeles, in 2012 and his MA and PhD in English at the University of Pennsylvania in 2013 and 2

The Mouse and the Elephant Nora sat hammering a rock, calves in the dirt like a kid at recess. She missed a lot in translation—whether the handcuffs found in the hayloft were a sex joke; whether the rash on Samka’s inner thigh was a sex joke—but when Jean-Michael had passed her a hammer, heavy in her hand, she got it: break the rock. It sat, half buried, on the chalked outline for the volunteers’ new shed. Nora dug around the rock, pulled and pushed. She hammered. Chips spray