I write at an old cherry wood desk. It’s heavy and difficult to move, scarred, the stain is flaking off, initials etched into the surface. The desk has seen better…
“Writing for an audience is about narration and structure and voice; it’s about the situation and the story. It’s not about how good or bad things are in your own…
“For Bill—You douche bag, you think you can emotionally manipulate me, a very nice person, into insulting you, by appealing to my niceness? Fuck you, Bill. You were right. Fuck…
“I’m weirdly at home in my world, my new home under this big sky with my beautiful, dying child.” Emily Rapp has a beautiful personal essay up at The Santa…
At the Guardian, on “the strange allure of Tennessee Williams’ journals.” “Kamila, a nineteen year old teacher in training, became an entrepreneur, not because she knew the first thing about…
Want to keep up with The Rumpus when you’re elsewhere on the internets? I know, you don’t admit to going anywhere else, and we don’t blame you, but if you…
A new phase of matter? The study that led to the public pressure that made Craigslist shut down its adult services section is apparently really bad science. The RHIC generates…
Seemingly out of nowhere, a couple of pieces on The Wire, probably my favorite television show ever. The first is in The Threepenny Review, by W. S. DiPiero, a piece…