maybe the current generation is more sensitive, empathetic, or generally informed. but when i was a korean girl growing up in the whitest, most wealthy part of a conservative state, girls would dismiss their “weird” sisters with the quip that “she’s the adopted one.” even though she clearly wasn’t, as if it were the worstContinue reading “review: ALL YOU CAN EVER KNOW by nicole chung”
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excerpts from THE SURRENDER by veronica scott esposito
I did not know where this was headed. I did not know if I wanted to be a woman, if I wanted to be a person in a man’s body who could look sexy in a dress, if I wanted to be something else. I only knew I was realizing desires I had held asContinue reading “excerpts from THE SURRENDER by veronica scott esposito”
One steadfast, activist colleague of mine at the university promised to go with me no matter what; another begged me not to go, insisting that my presence wouldn’t affect what happened, and all I would do out there was freeze to death. I tried to explain to her that you don’t go to a vigilContinue reading
The whole of this film is one gorgeous hymn to the feminine mystique. For who would want to be the dumbfounded, piston-like Alexandre pumping his genitals, when instead you could be this most sensitive creature brimming with the rarest emotions? veronica scott esposito, on the double life of véronique
Before the 1914 war passports didn’t exist. You had to have one for Russia or Turkey, otherwise you went where you liked provided you had the money. He told me he was in London on a diplomatic passport. His stay was limited. He was going to Holland to lecture, or so I understood. He toldContinue reading
I told him I sometimes felt like smacking Quinn for mocking me anytime I recited poetry. Nah, it ain’t like that, Doonie said. He just associates poems with some teacher telling him he’s a dumbass. mary karr
Hold up, did you just hear, did you just say, did you just see, did you just do that? Then the voice in your head silently tells you take your foot off your throat because just getting along shouldn’t be an ambition. claudia rankine
sign o the times
Evelina’s brother was like her but with red hair. He took me for long walks, showed me Castries, and one day asked if I would like to see a fight between a tarantula and a scorpion. ‘We put them in a bottle and watch,’ he said. I asked who won. ‘Neither wins. The spider bites,Continue reading “sign o the times”
“A Bracelet of Bright Hair about the Bone”
The Romans put skulls into their love poems. Skeletons and dry bones along with love. As if violet was only beautiful against something black. We also talked of death, I perhaps more than you. It made me happy, to think of the newly dead body being lowered into the coffin of the other. You foundContinue reading ““A Bracelet of Bright Hair about the Bone””
