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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.
Graffiti
Graffiti explores themes of in-between-ness and uncertainty, connections made and missed.
Little America
A young woman grapples with loss and lack of direction in her life while driving across the U.S.
Good Friday, 2020
An essay about the absurdities and beauties and strangeness of the COVID-19 pandemic.
M and M
“John? Ah hate to bother you. Ah’m callin from the ICU. They’re going to cut off mah foot.”
Coffee in the Time of Quarantine
It wasn’t always this way. I remember being boastful of my lack of a coffee habit in the early ’90s.
Things Behind the Sun
I smelled the signs of trouble.
Interiors
You are so beautiful it kills me, I said.
I’m not, love, he said. Perhaps on the inside. Don’t insult my eyes, I said.
Can’t You Do Something About This?
First, let me say of course I’m worried about all of it: the global warming, the cruel virus, the oaf in the white house. Iran and the bomb and North ...