The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
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The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
Probe all the nuances, niceties, and subtle shades of meaning your little heart desires.
For twenty years, PostSecret has broadcast suburban America’s hidden truths—and revealed the limits of limitless disclosure.
The author of Dayspring discusses queerness, Christianity, and the anxious sense that history is over.
From spartan cream to splashy blobs, Canada's French and English literary cultures have their own separate visual languages.
The author of Wild Houses on peripheral main characters, small town lore, and growing up around people of “miscellaneous occupation.”