From the Archive: Unbound
It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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Join NOW!It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
...moreThe best books I have read about motherhood have not reassured me that these feelings will resolve.
...moreRamiza Shamoun Koya discusses her debut novel, THE ROYAL ABDULS.
...moreZaina Arafat discusses her debut novel, YOU EXIST TOO MUCH.
...moreI wanted to stop withholding from them, but withholding was like a drug.
...moreI am an oracle who, while dispensing answers to all those who seek them, cannot predict my own future.
...moreAdmitting I had been raped meant confronting the landscape of my sexual history.
...moreI wanted to be scared because being terrified taught me how to survive.
...moreThe immune system, meant to protect a body from foreign invaders, works too assiduously, sees danger where there is none, turns on itself. Such conditions lend themselves to metaphor.
...moreWithout men around to impress, I discovered my own taste—what desire meant beyond the desire to be desirable.
...moreErika L. Sánchez discusses her new collection Lessons on Expulsion, pushing back against sexism and misogyny, being a troublemaker, and donkeys.
...moreAriel Levy on The Rules Do Not Apply, the illusion of control, and language’s inability to express grief.
...moreWhen you live in a political football it’s hard to ignore getting kicked.
...moreIt’s a little extraordinary when you realize that you’re the one getting in your own way.
...moreMila Jaroniec talks about her debut novel Plastic Vodka Bottle Sleepover,” writing autofiction, the surprising similarity between selling sex toys and selling books, and the impact of having a baby on editing.
...moreWriting is not just about expressing myself creatively, or even about having my voice heard: it is about releasing some part of myself.
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