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Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Voice Lessons
My goal is to reclaim what was lost.
Nadja Maril ...
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
On a Clear Night in California
Above all, my father was benevolent; a man of the people, and of all living creatures.
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Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Best Jerk They’d Ever Seen
Photo by Allison Meyer
The other day I had a tough conversation with my middle-school students. It was lunch time. They again complained, with food lingering in mouths, about Social ...
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
My Countries, ’Tis of Thee
Photo by Takoma Bibelot
I am Carlos, a refugee to America, part Cuban in exile and part Cuban-American and, sometimes, something else. I am the grandson of a Presbyterian minister, whose ...
Van Gogh Unbound
Art as therapy is explored in this personal essay about loss.
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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.
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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 ...
The Adidas Yeezy; Or, The Self in Modern Times
Exploring the grey areas between literature and art, and also literature and culture.
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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.
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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…”
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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.
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Opera at the Bistro
She scared the shit out of everyone. Even our boss Kim rarely looked Amanda in the eye.
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Graffiti
Graffiti explores themes of in-between-ness and uncertainty, connections made and missed.
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Little America
A young woman grapples with loss and lack of direction in her life while driving across the U.S.
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Good Friday, 2020
An essay about the absurdities and beauties and strangeness of the COVID-19 pandemic.
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M and M
“John? Ah hate to bother you. Ah’m callin from the ICU. They’re going to cut off mah foot.”
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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.
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Things Behind the Sun
I smelled the signs of trouble.
Maria Prudente
MARIA ...