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THE METAMORPHOSIS OF MOTHER
Poignant, almost remorseful, a short essay of long thoughts.
Arts & Culture, Editor's Pick, Essays, Print Issues, Spring 2021: Japan Issue
AINU OTHELLO: THE STORY OF A PLAY
Alison Watts discusses a Japanese adaptation of Othello.
Editor's Pick, Essays, Spring 2021: Japan Issue
A HIGH-TECH ANCIENT STILLNESS
Looking at art and nature with Pico Iyer
HOPELESS
Hope without effort is a dead, abstract thing.
Essays, EssaySaturday, Loneliness Issue
MARY
The private and the public intersect, reverberating down the years.
Essays, EssaySaturday, Loneliness Issue
FAR FROM FORSAKEN
An unhappy family, unhappy in its own way.
FROM SOMEWHERE
An essay examining the intersections of past and distant present, fixed and transient, wildlife in Central Park.
A CALIFORNIAN LIVING IN NEW YORK DURING COVID-19
Still in Manhattan few smile. You learn to thicken your skin here, to become hardened. It’s not all bad. There is beauty in this city; there is forgiveness.
Van Gogh Unbound
Art as therapy is explored in this personal essay about loss.
Feelin’ like a Criminal: Trauma in ‘My Dark Vanessa’ through the music of Fiona Apple
‘My Dark Vanessa’ through the music of Fiona Apple, encompassing #MeToo and Lolita along the way.
The Frugal Repast
It was a mistake because no matter how many words I wrote, I couldn’t get any of them to move. They stood in place, in time, even, right there on ...
Hindsight 2020: Notes on the First Year of the Trump Presidency
An Essay exploring the national crisis of narrative spawned by the Trump era, and the way this played out the authors day to day life throughout the first year of ...
Lenin in the Sky
A young woman, in love, for the first time in New York, taking a stroll through the city with her lover. Everything is magic and enchanting and exciting in this ...
The Adidas Yeezy; Or, The Self in Modern Times
Exploring the grey areas between literature and art, and also literature and culture.
Starchy
Leaning forward in a taupe leisure suit, customed by his goombah Tony the tailor on Mulberry Street, Sam “Starchy” Pullano looked like an unfrozen frozen banana.
somewhere there is an abandoned refrigerator
You know who doesn’t mind a high desert July? The scorpions.
We’ve Only Just Begun, Frankie
“We’ve only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way…”
A Legacy of Aunting in the Literary Community
It is steadfast. I know who I am for these kids – and through that sureness of self I know I will find my way. There has always seemed, at ...
Coronavirus, or the voices to forget
Language is not neutral. It shapes what we can and can’t say, and how we say it.
Opera at the Bistro
She scared the shit out of everyone. Even our boss Kim rarely looked Amanda in the eye.