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Inheritance
“Are Nana’s genes like a little girl, skipping over my mom, landing on me like some cruel game of hopscotch?”
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“A Haunting from the Future”: An Interview with Doireann Ní Ghríofa
Writing Said the Dead was a solitary experience for me, because of the pandemic but also because the research process was all-absorbing. It felt very real to me. Being handed one of the casebooks from the old asylum by the…
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“The Interconnectedness of All Things”: A Conversation with Kawai Strong Washburn
I’m interested in characters that transcend stereotypes. With Naomi, I thought it was important to allow for female rage. It’s something that’s always allowed for men, but never for women. For Amaré—and Raheem, as well—I wanted to write a Black…
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SUBPASTORAL
It only takes a modest revolution to enter the underworld, peopled not by shadows, but by more life.
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Sunday Scaries: “Bird Mama”
A bird. Someone had burdened her with a captured baby bird. A mammoth thing, too, the size of a human infant. White and downy, with a blocky cartoon head.
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The Small, Sad Freud Museum in Vienna
After listing various museums, walks, and cafes, my friend added, almost as an afterthought, “Of course you could also visit the small, sad, Freud Museum.” For some reason, I didn’t ask, “Why sad?” at the time. Instead, with excitement, I…
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Entre Reflejos y Cicatrices
en aquellas aguas del caribe que cantan de ti y de mi que nos pide regresemos a ese nuestro destino
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Homecoming
The lifespan of a Père David’s deer is roughly eighteen years. You often think you only lived until eighteen. Then you died in a way no one else recognizes. You’re a walking corpse, shipped home and paraded around, bearing the…
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Fall In Love Mid-Sentence
I have never fallen in love at first sight. I fall in love mid-sentence, in the hush that follows a difficult question, in the small electric pause before someone changes their mind aloud. Some people remember faces. I remember arguments,…
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The Veiled Passion of Stephen Malkmus
His heart is not on display: It’s hidden below all these clever turns of phrase. Like a reverse Springsteen, holding the heart so gently under the sleeve you might barely see the outline of its beating center.
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Against Definivity in Writing Self & Nature: A Conversation with Makenna Goodman
“People are storytellers; we are editors; and nature is its own story. Telling the stories of nature is important. And I love when people do it. And I try to do it, but I also try to complicate it. I…
