Signs It’s Officially Back
1) I cry a little bit at everything, but not enough for catharsis. You name it, I’ll cry about it. Animal rescue video on Facebook? Throat tightens. Car commercial in which someone seems unquestionably...
View ArticleCracked Gold
She holds a brush, dripping with cheap gold paint, and covers the world with it. And when it chips away, she paints over the cracks, a cakey, flakey, precarious façade. She denies her world its...
View ArticleToppling Again
Sometimes, I feel utterly broken. Reading that sentence makes me cringe, because it’s such a fucking cliché. But there’s really no better way to put it. As I look across a table at whomever I’m...
View ArticleWhy Grace‘s Story Matters
I have so many stories. I have so many stories about people crossing my boundaries. And I have so many stories about myself, allowing those boundaries to be crossed. I am afraid to tell these stories....
View ArticleTalks to Herself
Many nights, she talked to herself. She’d been doing this since she was a child – lying awake for hours after bedtime, talking when no one else was around. Sometimes, it occurred to her that she...
View ArticleSex
You were once my muse. Everything about you enthralled me – your expanse, your possibilities, your secrets. You were a mystery to be solved, a game to be won, your novel charm seduced me. And then I...
View ArticleWounded
You’re drawn to me because we’re wounded in the same places, you said. But what does yours feel like? My wound aches, endlessly, to be filled. And nothing is ever devastating enough. Do you know what...
View ArticleLonging
I’ve forgotten how to write. Writing is how I learn myself. It took a long time for me to understand why I can’t write fiction – why coming up with characters other than myself feels impossible. But I...
View ArticleDialectic
Maybe she’d lost her center. Sure, she knew she was still basically the same: a depressive, privileged intellectual with a dark sense of humor and a curated disdain for humanity. But every time she...
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