meltdowns into the metronome of my own heartbeat

The best advice I’ve ever been given by my therapist is to make men as uncomfortable as they make me.
Like any young family, some conversations had to be foregone. Some battles, forfeited.
Kiss by kiss/I build you
If one believes that the xenophobia surrounding the coronavirus is an exception, I’d urge them to take a glance at our history books.
Jenny Offill’s casually devastating new novel “Weather” is a lovely, quietly ticking timebomb.
The second installment of our Model Literary Citizenship Survey
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.
I’m Liz and I’m a box of emergency contraception.
“They would never have something like this in Iceland.” We’re in the taxi on the way to the bar, and my friend Sandra, who is from Iceland and has less than enthusiastically agreed to accompany […]
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.
My mother wanted things.
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.
I’m a lifetime fan of cheap eats and cheap tastes. I consider myself a connoisseur of the cheapest New York bites. After moving to New York City, and coming from my much more budget-friendly hometown […]
What does it mean to be a good literary citizen? If you’re like me, you have a complicated relationship to the word “citizen.” As a citizen of the United States and a feminist living in […]
The wind pulls a crystal from my eye
equal parts depressing and delicious My boyfriend has a girlfriend. I am devastated. To be fair, he doesn’t know me, despite that, undoubtedly, our souls have known each other for lifetimes. Also he is a […]
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.
Last month, I went to a reading where there was a clown. MX gallery right off Canal Street in Chinatown, up five grueling flights of stairs. I stumbled into the dimly lit art space out […]
radical tenderness.