Lloyd finishes reading and Rae turns to me and says, Who was that guy, did you know him? And I say, Dude, that was Lloyd. And she says, What the fuck, that was Lloyd? And I say, That was Lloyd.
Dead Driving: october 29, 2023, 10:31pm
there is a feeling i recall having, that i am having now as i remember it, in my stomach every time i feared death. felt close to it. was put in its
In a spacious room at the midtown hotel where the inimitable Tennessee Williams died, congregated a small but lively salon of authors and storytellers.
She was a kid, he reasoned. She’d grow out of her ridiculous ideology. It wasn’t worth a confrontation.
Kate Axelrod’s new book of stories, How to Get Along Without Me, is, to quote the jacket copy, “a collection that summons the perversity and poignance of twentysomething dating lives from a bracingly
It is impossible to determine merely by looking how recently a modern American woman has been vaginally penetrated or rectally sodomized. One can never trust scientific data on matters such as how often a modern American woman is made love to in [enter current year].
Can you each pick two words to describe your book?
Laura: Escapist fantasy
Eve: The first thing that came to mind for me was: “Oh, god.”
I could hear the Essex lads cooing and whispering to her, telling her that it would be okay
Her eyes looked up and zeroed in on Marina’s Muses. On the women floating through the air. No cares. Just an angel dancing in the blue heavens.
Sheila Heti has a bad memory. She’s sitting on the stage of the Mark Taper Auditorium in the Los Angeles Central Library, wearing a velvet jumpsuit with gold tendrils and black lace tights. Heti tells
The black Mr. Sketch marker, Cucumber JUUL pods, Dr Pepper Lip Smacker, spirit duplicator, soggy sugary cereal milk mush, pink rubber pencil shavings, burning toast stroke, pumpkin spice scented hand sanitizer.
I eat a big salad and watch Kim and Kourtney eat big salads on a ten-year-old episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
U were the only Turk i knew, and also the only Turk my parents liked. they never let me walk around the fountains at night even though it’s the only place in Sofia with streetlights after two a.m. b/c
I am seated at a small brown desk from IKEA, crafting a love letter.
See how the heart spills right out of me? Spills and spills, ink everywhere. This desk is too small.
Picture it: Me, a
A year after my wife Ada disappeared, I started attending the book club.
During the first rehearsal, her troupe members burn her thighs with incense sticks. It’s not hazing, it’s just how they bond.
Arnold Palmer died today. The news anchor announces it on the TV hanging in the corner as I’m dealt a pair of 9’s at a Jacks or Better machine. Suddenly it doesn’t matter that the news anchor
A drunk woman invites me into her canoe. It isn’t really her canoe; it belongs to a sullen man sitting by a campfire. I had wandered through the woods from my own campsite, looking for beer, and found
(Moaning loudly)
(Bed creaking)
(Crying in Italian)
Given: A girl-body will grow breasts during puberty.
Given: Girls will absorb many different messages about breasts in their lifetime.
Given: Breasts are a source of shame and
I desperately wanted to have a breakdown in someone's arms.
