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From the Archive: Unbound
It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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The Authentic Self: I Live in the Country & other dirty poems by Arielle Greenberg
Every poem in I Live in the Country sells what it’s craving.
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Sharp and Twisty and Complicated: Talking with Melanie Abrams
Melanie Abrams discusses her debut novel, PLAYING, and a forthcoming novel, MEADOWLARK.
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(K)ink: Writing While Deviant: D. Gilson
Place is context in part, but it is not context in summation.
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(K)ink: Writing While Deviant: Emily Smith
A writer must push her pleasure into risk, expose herself publicly to strangers with no knowledge of how she might be received, and become something that must be seen.






