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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…
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Without Me, Where Would You Be?: Emma Copley Eisenberg’s “Fat Swim”
The “swiffer girl” in question is the subject of a two-girls-one-cup-esque viral video the narrator saw when she was young, where a pink-bikini-clad girl pleasures herself with the handle of a swiffer. Our unnamed narrator is both the gazer and…
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The Scale of a Man
Afterword I joined the crew of my first tall ship at seventeen. I know more than most the temptation to cast a vessel as the hero of the story, but it’s a lie. We name them, adorn them, and rely…
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Intimacy without Empathy & Exorcising the American Archive: A Conversation with Asale Angel-Ajani
In terms of thinking about craft and incorporating a different register to expand on the story, at times I would spiral and keep drilling down on the specificities of some details while taking the temperature of the story and feel…
