Split Chins, Open Coats
My whistle was useless. Using it felt like an insult.
...moreMy whistle was useless. Using it felt like an insult.
...moreIt’s a little extraordinary when you realize that you’re the one getting in your own way.
...moreTo ask for a truly great love is to ask for death at the same time.
...moreIn Kris D’Agostino’s second novel, The Antiques, he returns to familiar forms: A dysfunctional family whose members are in various stages of arrested development; a generational home in upstate New York; and the absurdity of life in its most darkly comedic moments. Here, the three grown (yet hardly mature) children of the Westfall family reunite […]
...moreThe glorious ways we fifth graders died in Mr. Mosher’s computer class. We strove to die in the most imaginable permutations possible.
...moreTime is king. Believers, agnostics or atheists—humans or not: time rules us. We submit to it, surrender to it, and are shaped by it.
...moreHi there! We’re the two brunettes who hate sex. Sara-Kate hates sex because it’s too aerobic—she once sprained her foot. She lives in Kips Bay, loves candy, and wears exclusively rompers. Elisa Jordana hates sex because she abhors the human penis and all its functions. Not a fan of balls, either. She lives on the […]
...moreThese are desperate times, and I’m not as desperate as a lot of people, but I’m desperate enough to need this job.
...moreWendy C. Ortiz discusses her new book Bruja, what a “dreamoire” is, the magic all around us, and why she loves indices—and cats.
...moreAt The Millions, Naa Baako Ako-Adjei discusses reading Jamaica Kincaid’s “Girl” through the lens of her relationship with her own mother growing up, and her new understanding of the story fifteen years later: In my rereading of “Girl,” I also realized that I never noticed how transgressive the story is. The mother’s liturgy about behaving […]
...moreTo think of Brazil as a different place than I remember it is to think of my unbelonging, as someone out of place in my memory.
...moreRion Amilcar Scott discusses his new collection Insurrections, creating a fictional town, and the pressure to make religious decisions during puberty.
...moreAnn Packer discusses her most recent novel The Children’s Crusade, artistic mothers, the writer and her “first principle,” and the fight to like your own characters.
...moreAny story about a fairy is a story about female power.
...moreStill lying on the bed in the Wausau hotel room, I started counting ceiling tiles. From above the covers. Not under. Never under. I always feel constricted, under.
...moreVisit Guernica’s gateway to ten personal essays on growing up around the world.
...moreOur house, we believed, was a microcosm of that country. Every month, we’d gather at the kitchen table for our house meeting, where we, like politicians, unveiled our big plans for change.
...moreIn a darkly humorous new story at n+1, Jen George questions the qualifications of being “adult,” gives thirty-somethings across the world nightmares, and packs in plenty of social criticism while she’s at it. The story, “Guidance/The Party,” follows a single, childless, career-less, 33-year-old woman who is visited by a mysterious Guide. The Guide has been […]
...moreWe squinted into the smoky room and saw ourselves on junior year abroad, frolicking on the Left Bank with artists in berets like hers.
...moreNight Work is a queer sonic fantasia soaked heavy in the 1980s.
...moreOne week last spring I said it out loud for the first time: “Sometimes I play so long, my fingers go numb.”
...moreYou don’t need to know him personally, you say. You get the best of Prince through his music. Maybe that’s the truth, and maybe it isn’t.
...moreOne of the thrills of being a writer is becoming aware of the wildness that percolates inside of you. If you’ve learned to listen, you’re able to hear it.
...moreIt’s not an exaggeration to say that Bowie saved my life on more than one occasion. And now that he’s gone, I’m at a loss again.
...moreThe Atlantic examines adulthood and how we get there, including a close look at the life of a writer: Henry published his first book…when he was 31 years old, after 12 years of changing jobs and bouncing back and forth between his parents’ home, living on his own, and crashing with a buddy, who believed in […]
...moreTen years later I still wondered about those aviator glasses and whether The Breakfast Club could restore us.
...moreIt just felt so comfortable to slide back into singing, “She Loves You,” and know for that moment, everything was the same.
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