Tony Montes had always dreamt of the moment he would stand in left field at Candlestick for this, the third game of the World... more
It was like a chicken farm—a million bodies pressed together, and everyone was gulping at the cooler air overhead. I was still... more
She slurps her cherry cola loudly through her novelty straw and winks at me. I’m just turning eleven. She’s got... more
She was a master of tentaculation. She was a cepholapod of considerable abilities. She was a writhing mandala of be-suckered... more
Listen, Buddy, it’s important for you to keep in mind that I’ve known you since we were still playing with Duplo – remember that... more
"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.
