meltdowns into the metronome of my own heartbeat
Heaven Help Us, Heaven Forgive Us
Like any young family, some conversations had to be foregone. Some battles, forfeited.
No Dog Could Hunt You Like I Could
Kiss by kiss/I build you
Are We There Yet?
Jenny Offill’s casually devastating new novel “Weather” is a lovely, quietly ticking timebomb.
Good Talk: A Conversation with Mira Jacob
Mira Jacob is the author and illustrator of Good Talk: A Memoir in Conversations. Her critically acclaimed novel, The Sleepwalker’s Guide to Dancing, was a Barnes & Noble Discover New Writers pick, shortlisted for India’s Tata First Literature Award, and long-listed for the Brooklyn Literary Eagles Prize.
Look, Don’t Touch
If you find that you are the type of person who is constantly at war with these two alternating states of self—where obligations can be ditched at a moment’s notice, or begrudgingly followed through—then you will feel right at home in the world of “Imaginary Museums” by Nicolette Polek.
Poetry by Aubri McCarter
My mother wanted things.
Impotence
The aging bad boy of French letters’ latest outing exhausts nearly half its word count rehashing tired material. Then, when an antidepressant finally renders his narrator impotent, it picks up.
Poetry by Sébastien Bachand
The wind pulls a crystal from my eye
Contents of Dead People’s Pockets
The section for cash held a Trojan condom, but when his wife came to claim the contents of her dead husband’s pants, she said he’d had a vasectomy.