The Space Between Vertebrae
My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
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Join NOW!My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
...moreThere’s no eye contact, no touch, no damp embraces.
...moreMolly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison discuss their work.
...moreThough the stories vary in length and scope, each cuts deep into a truth of humanity.
...moreSweet, nurturing, platitude-accepting granny Le Guin is not.
...moreThe only thing I can count on to be there tomorrow is my body. And yours.
...moreIn a lot of ways, I kind of gave up on my body.
...moreI have come to the desert in search of bones.
...moreGenevieve Hudson discusses her debut story collection, PRETEND WE LIVE HERE.
...moreZighelboim almost has to break the form into pieces in order to speak; a fourteen-word poem is really only the echo of a sonnet.
...moreIf there is going to be pain, let it be by choice.
...morePerformance artist and poet Gabrielle Civil discusses her book, Swallow the Fish, how technology has shaped reactions to female nudity, and the importance of risking change.
...moreGayle Brandeis discusses her memoir, The Art of Misdiagnosis, out today from Beacon Press.
...moreMegan Stielstra discusses her new essay collection, The Wrong Way to Save Your Life, fear, privilege, and the intersection of politics and everyday life.
...moreWomen’s bodies signify so much, both to ourselves and others, that inhabiting them and having ownership over them often feel like two different states of being.
...moreGabrielle Calvocoressi discusses her new collection Rocket Fantastic, the fluid nature of gender, and the reader as collaborator with the text.
...moreI found comfort in the way that Lowell’s poems frequently explore the landscape of mental illness and blur the lines between the self and the world.
...moreAuthor Meghan Lamb‘s new novel, Silk Flowers (Birds of Lace, March 2017), is a book that cuts to the core of disturbance. In it, a woman is struck by an inexplicable and undiagnosable illness that renders her immobile and takes away her ability to speak. Her husband must become her caretaker, living with a woman […]
...moreJess Arndt discusses her debut story collection Large Animals, accepting love from other people, human bodies, and fear of the written word.
...moreIn episode 39 of The Rumpus’s Make/Work podcast, host Scott Pinkmountain speaks with musician, vocalist, and experimental performer Dorian Wood.
...moreWas it a dream? A nightmare? I felt like I’d been sold a lie. There was no husband or caring partner, no safe home or solid income. Just me, pregnant and alone, in an abortion clinic with my rapist.
...moreI envisioned a new science fiction canon, one in which I was a cyborg, fashioning my body into something new.
...moreDearest loves, As you are, I am stricken. I am devastated. I am unmade. We have all felt a terrible blow. And yet, of course, we all feel it differently, and have different understandings of what has befallen us, and what is to come. What I fear now is that the extent of my sorrow […]
...moreA first day means there was a never-day.
...moreSurvival is not always cute, politically responsible, mature, or sober. Survival is ramshackle, as is tolerance.
...moreThe body in writing is a vessel to feeling—to empathy. Reading Lidia Yuknavitch, Maggie Nelson, Ta-Nehisi Coates, among others, is to feel. Over at the Ploughshares blog, E.V. De Cleyre considers the presence of the body in writing, focusing on works by Lidia Yuknavitch, Maggie Nelson, and Ta-Nehisi Coates.
...moreLidia Yuknavitch discusses her latest book, The Small Backs of Children, war, art, the chaos of experience, and that photograph of the vulture stalking the dying child in the Sudan that won the Pulitzer Prize.
...moreI refuse to be resolvable. I wait. I wait for confusion to become a resting place for resolution to become a moving organism, an evolution foretold by my body.
...moreThink of this as an origin story without an origin. This is as close as you can get.
...moreTo help make the world I want more possible I have to write, I have to talk. Language is my medium.
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