Posts by Danielle Chelosky

September 10, 2024 | Book Review

A Fragment A Day Keeps The Ghosts Away: A Review Of Nate Lippens' 'Ripcord'

Danielle Chelosky

Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.

April 22, 2024 | Book Review

A Book As An Epiphany: A Review Of Nicolette Polek's 'Bitter Water Opera'

Danielle Chelosky

Bitter Water Opera is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read.

April 15, 2024 | Interview

Pretty Obscure: Oral Sex & The Tumor Of Consciousness

Danielle Chelosky & Jack Skelley

Let’s get more filthy!

February 1, 2024 | Nonfiction

Nate

Danielle Chelosky

Jilly says the 21-year-old is weirdly similar to me, specifically because she’s in her early 20s and has a dead dad.

January 5, 2024 | Nonfiction

July 26, 2022

Danielle Chelosky

I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.

December 11, 2023 | Book Review

Grief Is Information: A Review Of Blake Butler's 'Molly'

Danielle Chelosky

Molly, in its three hundred and twelve pages, transcends time and space, life and death.

November 20, 2023 | Poetry

JFK

Danielle Chelosky

I want to perform for you, pretend to be good enough for you.

April 24, 2023 | Nonfiction

Exorcist Exercise

Danielle Chelosky

He says he feels like all his problems would be solved if he stopped going to that bar.

January 9, 2023 | Poetry

Wine-Induced Laughing Fit

Danielle Chelosky

“you’re bad at finishing beverages that aren’t alcoholic,” you told me

November 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sylvère Lotringer is dead

Danielle Chelosky

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

May 2, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam

Danielle Chelosky

The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.

June 21, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Ghost

Danielle Chelosky

My writing professor said to me that in order to get better, you had to dismantle the person you were, because that person was killing you. I kept wondering: Why did a killer love me?