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Pseudomonas
They will toss longstanding marriages to the side, witnessing Saba at her most desirable, opening up like a flower, a corpse flower, titan arum, her body beaming compelling signals that cannot be ignored. And she will be receptive to this,…
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Private Scaffolding, Public Stories: A Conversation with Julie Buntin
I liked the emotional effect of trying to grasp that feeling I think we all have sometimes that life and time have gotten away from us. Second person is a perspective that allows for a lot of telling really fast,…
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Moon Water
You’re making a huge mistake if you don’t stop what you’re doing right now to manifest your goals and imagine your dream life…
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Collective Mourning and Community: A Conversation with Edwidge Danticat
I also like starting my stories in medias res, in the middle of things, because that’s how life is sometimes. Ordinary days can turn into extraordinary ones in a second. I also find it interesting to write about a character…
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A Literary Case for Intentional Communities: A Conversation with Samantha Paige Rosen
“[I]n this very tumultuous present cultural moment, there is the thought that the more we depend on each other, the more we have control over that turmoil. We don’t have control over who makes governmental decisions at present, but the…
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Intergenerational Graphic Novel
i feel as if i could write an intergenerational graphic novel. something something about how my father came to the u.s.
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On Creating a Non-Binary Buffy & a Crypt of Queens in the Closet: A Conversation with Dom&Ink
“For ages, we really thought about whether to make the graphic novel full color. I was so adamant that I wanted it grayscale and black and white, because it gives a nod to all those classic horror films, and Hitchcock…
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Don’t Stop Me Now
When your home is built near a highway, you witness all the different ways people try to escape this brutal, smattering thing called living. In an explosion. Plunged into a car. Over the overpass. Once, on your ninth birthday, a…
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Lifelong Denial of Clam Disorder
There is no skin left. No muscle. No accessible anatomy whatsoever. Just two gleaming shells shut tight.
