In the last moment, the bird swerved away to the right. It soared high, wheeled in a circle, and dove again. This time, it pulled itself directly upward. Gold plumes flashed as it rose, wings churning as it turned....more
I start talking late, making word-sounds with my throat long before I open my mouth. When my lips and tongue begin to unfreeze, the progression of brain cancer locks my grandfather’s jaw in place....more
7-inches for Planned Parenthood is a new series of 7-inch records and digital downloads to benefit Planned Parenthood. Featuring writers, artists, musicians, comedians, and visual artists, the lineup includes songs from Sleater-Kinney, Mitski, and Bon Iver; live tracks from comedians such as Tig Notaro, Zach Galifianakis, and Sarah Silverman; and art by Angela Pilgrim, William Villalongo, and more.
On Sunday, I learned about this news story, and the lack of coverage it has received in the media. Let’s help change that! Please share this story and your thoughts on it as widely as you can. The impunity under which police in this country operate is unlawful and shameful, and it must end.
We’re getting ready to send our next Letter in the Mail, and it’s from Alex Mar! Alex can’t sleep and she writes to us about all the things she contemplates after suddenly awakening from a dream in the middle of the night.
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Whether you read it as poetry or memoir, this collection will invite you into the delicate balance between the challenging, sometimes squalid, human condition and the beauty and sadness of the transcendent.(more...)
Louise Marburg had been in my orbit for years—she was close with my aunt and uncle, my cousins, and even, as it turned out, one of my friends from college—but our paths didn’t cross until four years ago, when we both attended the Sewanee Writers’ Conference. I was there as a twenty-four-year-old, still learning to call myself a writer, while Marburg was there as an experienced writer, with desk-drawer novels and stories published in journals.
Although we never managed to grab a cup of coffee and properly talk, we did have a chance to sit down together… with Marburg’s Tarot. I was nervous as we sat at the white iron table on a humid Tennessee day. The only time I’d had my Tarot read before was on the street in New Orleans; the woman hadn’t charged me because what she told me made me cry. Marburg was different, though. That New Orleans Tarot reader had, I now believe, been reading my body language, not the cards. Louise reads the cards. (more…)
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