Empty Houses Ring
emerging into one junk-filled yard where every space is laden with boards and tires and tubes and appliances and a van undriveable loaded like a mind in tatters . . .
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Voices on Addiction: Harm Reduction
If I could describe this point in my life in the simplest terms possible, I would say this: it was not sustainable.
“ew, don’t use my sound ever again”: On Tyranny and Poupeh Missaghi’s Sound Museum
Power is the end in itself, not a means to justice.
It Seemed Important for Me to Figure It Out: An Interview with Ruben Quesada
I wanted to address all the things that I was witness to or that may have informed my understanding of loss.
To My Third Father
I didn’t understand consent, the formal severance of me and my biological father. Like magic, my past dissipated.
Mythology, Etymology, and the Hard Work of Living: A Conversation with torrin a. greathouse
I don’t believe one can be a good poet while being uncritical of the English language
Mayonnaise
I don’t know which herbs, spices, or ice cream flavors you like because 23&Me won’t tell me, and neither will you.
ENOUGH: Blinking Lights
We’ve both been so harmed, but I believe in my heart that two half people could make one whole love.
Giving New Life to Indian Literature: Aruni Kashyap’s The Way You Want to Be Loved
Kashyap’s stories, told through the accounts of the Assamese student, writer, researcher, and villager, made me see Assam on its own terms, and the rest of the world through the eyes of Assam.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Company Town
So by week four of my fellowship, I shifted my plan to write a piece of “autofiction” in which an Australian named Simon dates an Amazon employee.
Making It Weird: A Conversation with Laura van den Berg
What would my life have been like if I never discovered fiction, never discovered storytelling, never learned to tell my own story?