On Anger, Autism, and Blackness
The rage and frustration overwhelmed all rational thought.
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...moreI want to respond from my heart—not my anger, my judgment, my desire.
...moreTurn the corner, let the darkness swallow you, and you’re in the stacks.
...moreThere’s a collective guilt. So, our parents buy us friends.
...moreIt’s a strange thing, seeing a reliable machine fail. Seeing a hero crash to earth.
...moreErin Pringle discusses her debut novel, HEZADA! I MISS YOU.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreCameron Awkward-Rich discusses his new collection, DISPATCH.
...moreAs it turned out, though, it was he who would surprise me that evening.
...moreI imagine Lady Justice’s fingers tipping the scales: Rose to leave, and me to sleep.
...moreWe sleep and we pretend to sleep. We wait for the day to turn into night.
...more“Trust that if you want to write that much it will find a way out of you.”
...moreMarin Sardy discusses her debut memoir, THE EDGE OF EVERY DAY: SKETCHES OF SCHIZOPHRENIA.
...moreUntil it is awkward. Until it is disturbing. Until she cracks.
...moreGreer Macallister discusses her new novel, WOMAN 99.
...moreI was seven the first time I fired a gun.
...moreA flap to determine entry, or deny it. A flap whose failure determines choking.
...moreI eat, and eat, and eat, and mourn.
...moreLooking back, it feels like I knew.
...moreMaybe you were whistling before you could talk, too.
...moreTina Alexis Allen discusses her memoir, HIDING OUT.
...moreIt seems when our dialogue loses nuance, society in turn loses its mind.
...more“We need narrative patterns to understand reality.”
...moreThis journey is ongoing. But I know this: my daughter will never have to break down a door.
...moreLauren Haldeman discusses her most recent poetry collection, Instead of Dying, making poetry accessible, and being open to the surprising possibilities of form.
...moreHe was and still is a stranger, uninhabitable and distant like a whisper in a language I don’t quite understand.
...moreI don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
...moreWe seldom forget when people promise to give us something, whether we need or want that thing or not. I promise you death, you want a death.
...moreMeeting that freemartin was a revelation for me: justification for my off-gender mannerisms and body, another creature bridging the space between male and female.
...moreIn one dream, I was naked and they crawled inside my belly button. I felt them wiggling inside my stomach. When I woke up, the place between my legs was damp.
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