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.”
The author of Shy on inherited ideas of care, suicidal ideation, and the erotics of bullying.
My Apple Watch told me, every day, how I was grinding myself down, but it didn’t particularly care.
The author of What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us on chronic fatigue syndrome, Nietzsche, and catastrophic life events that engender an afterlife.
The author of The Adversary on writing in the Anthropocene, crafting an unforgivable villain, and taking your place in the protest line.
Likeability? That’s for losers. Or so I thought, until I developed an unexplained chronic illness, and winning my doctors' approval became intertwined with my well-being.
The author of River Mumma on the demonization of traditional medicines, cities as characters, and quarter-life crises.