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.
Latest
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 I Fear My Pain Interests You on inevitable doom, writing through absence, and cows.
Over seven decades, the right to forget has seemingly become intrinsic to Indian nationhood.
The author of Making Love with the Land on transforming pain into love, entering as a guest into the recesses of literature, and birthing a body of text from a body of experience.
There was the glimmer of possibility in stories of bolt cutters and train yards and spray cans—possibilities of disruption and liberation.
The author of The Women's House of Detention on forgotten prison history, the incarcerated LGBTQ population, and women being punished for entering the public sphere.
The author of The School of Mirrors on sexual violence, the history of midwifery, and opening up archival silences.