Four Courses
I eat, and eat, and eat, and mourn.
...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.
...moreThere is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
...more[T]he thing about Gary was that he could believe what he needed to believed when he needed to believe it. So, technically, he never lied.
...more“What’s a six-letter word for ignoring truth,” she might say, without looking up from the puzzle.
...moreConfessional without the shame of confession, the best stories in Sour Heart feel like they are being poured from a girl heart right to your ear.
...moreThere was no cedar chest filled with tissue-wrapped rattles, handprint art projects, and bronzed baby shoes. Our parents never spoke of our missing sister.
...moreMatthew Gallaway’s new novel, #gods, is out this month from Fiction Advocate.
...moreMatthew Gallaway discusses his second novel, #gods, moving from a big publishing house to an indie press, and why it was important to him to depict gay sex in writing.
...moreShe never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could.
...moreScaachi Koul on her debut essay collection One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter, learning to be patient with her own narrative, and three rules for book tours.
...moreSamantha Hunt discusses her new collection, The Dark Dark, why she became a writer, and the freeing quiet of darkness.
...moreJessica Berger Gross discusses her new memoir, Estranged: Leaving Family and Finding Home, walking away from her parents age of twenty-eight, and the importance of boundaries.
...moreAfter the anger came a deep, resigned sadness, as if her cruise were canceled at the last minute. She’s stuck on the shore of her life, watching everyone she loves sail into the distance.
...moreJulie Buntin discusses her debut novel, Marlena, why writing about teenage girls is the most serious thing in the world, and finding truths in fiction.
...more“It’s not healthy, how you live. People aren’t meant to sleep all day. We need the sun. We’re meant to live in the sun.”
...moreJon Raymond is one of Portland’s finest wordsmiths. His writing spans TV, film, short story, novel, art criticism, and a hefty array of magazine work. His new novel, Freebird, is the story of a Californian Jewish family entangled in clashing politics, unspoken histories, and personal dissolve. The Singers are Holocaust survivor Sam, his contemptuous children, […]
...moreAbeer Hoque talks about coming of age in the predominantly white suburbs of Pittsburgh, rewriting her memoir manuscript ten times, and looking for poetry in prose.
...moreYou can call a soldier a hero or a murderer. You can call them a warrior or a monster. You can call them savior or Satan. You could call them Brother. Maybe even mother.
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