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Art as therapy is explored in this personal essay about loss.
‘My Dark Vanessa’ through the music of Fiona Apple, encompassing #MeToo and Lolita along the way.
Exploring the grey areas between literature and art, and also literature and culture.
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.
“We’ve only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way…”
Language is not neutral. It shapes what we can and can’t say, and how we say it.
She scared the shit out of everyone. Even our boss Kim rarely looked Amanda in the eye.
Graffiti explores themes of in-between-ness and uncertainty, connections made and missed.
A young woman grapples with loss and lack of direction in her life while driving across the U.S.
An essay about the absurdities and beauties and strangeness of the COVID-19 pandemic.
“John? Ah hate to bother you. Ah’m callin from the ICU. They’re going to cut off mah foot.”
It wasn’t always this way. I remember being boastful of my lack of a coffee habit in the early ’90s.
I smelled the signs of trouble.
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.