Category: March-April 2020

Horse Girl by Sophie Newman

Traci was a purist in her approach and believed the art of riding should be learned without a saddle or bridle or any other kind of tack.

Let me try to say it out loud. Roll the phrase around in my mouth. Taste the words and let them melt under my tongue.

One of the guards calls out, Who you got? and his teammate says, Skinny nigga. He means me.

It happened in the apartment in Inwood, Upper Manhattan, before they’d moved to the row house in Queens.

Judy takes comfort in the feathers her dead husband leaves for her to find.

My lover is from Ulleungdo, Korea, an isolated island of craggy rocks and squid fisherman and a population of just over ten thousand people.

I sat down via the internet with Raechel Anne Jolie, author of debut memoir Rust Belt Femme to discuss mothers, writing, and politics.

I’m feeling super productive and totally worthless…

Is it any wonder, given the amount of time we spend in the space between our ears that writing can feel a bit, well, disembodied at times?

Jensen’s epiphany about using targeted social media ads came while battling insomnia…

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