I thought about taking a picture of the book or, perhaps, a selfie of me... more

LOL. When I send you emails re: feminism I feel like I'm trolling you. It isn’t that you don’t care about equal rights and access. It’s just that it’s not “your bag” to talk about it a whole lot.

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like squeegeeing sewage out the back door of the break room for three hours. Or push-brooming a greenhouse until your black snot could be used as an adhesive. Cupping each writhing Bag-a-Bug to see if they’ve eaten their fill of Japanese beetles. 

 I breathed in deeply, not knowing at the time I was breathing in the lives of all those at the café, those I sat with just moments before, molecules sliding from the rubble of the explosion into my lungs, bones nestling behind bones.

My roommate lives her life differently. This is what she claims. 

You are obsolete. The cashier in your neighborhood’s grocery store is obsolete.  The typesetter—who placed each individual letter for the headlines of the morning paper—is obsolete. Tollbooths barely require someone to stand sentry in the middle of the highway to collect coins anymore and soon enough lasers will replace surgeons in operating rooms as well.

How we pretended to be other people for fun: “Hi, what’s your name?” she asked. “Bill,” I said. “Bill, huh? I can think of a lot of words that rhyme with Bill.”

If one person can take from this that it is not about privilege, it is not fiction versus poet, it is none of the internet fashions of complaint and it is not anonymous (even though I am any-goddamn-pleasing-way anonymous with or without my fucking name) ...

The next three and a half or four minutes will be used to draw conclusions on the relevance and authenticity of Christmas based on self reflexivity by using photographs of Cheryl Ann during the days leading up to Christmas. 

Humans learn occlusion on their way out of infancy—the ability to grasp that the toy still exists when it’s under the blanket...

I couldn’t have my Wii hooked up and not play Animal Crossing. That would be like fries without... more

We took a bus down to Dallas, TX, probably forty or fifty of us, and spent the night praying for our families in a large hotel room.

I  I wake up one morning and want to read Woolf. Being a woman writer. Is being a woman-who-is-a-writer something to... more

A burrito, historically, was a food of convenience, much like the sandwich—a transport vehicle for the meal itself...

It has bullet holes in it. Or rather, it’s meant to... more

Versace "Medusa" V-Neck T-Shirt This is the first article of designer clothing I ever owned. A month or... more

Imagine if you can, "a dirty house in a gutted world," the poet said, which what the poet said is precisely what I saw when I stopped to look around while listening to reports from the BBC and ironing my favorite lavender blouse. 

In November 2011, Bethesda Game Studios released Skyrim, a gigantic, multi-console fantasy role playing game set in Bethesda's larger Elder Scrolls universe. Also in November 2011, I was just starting my graduate program at the University of Washington. I watched the footage on YouTube and told myself that after grad school, after I was done studying literary nonfiction and contextualizing and living an examined life, I would play the hell out of this game.

rich in maybe middle school i started telling my teachers, on the first day of class, that i’d prefer to... more

Frasier Crane never gets what he wants because Frasier Crane is a horrible person.   Amanda is in her first year of a new... more

We parked on Michigan Avenue like we always would, walking hand-in-hand through Corktown, the oldest neighborhood in Detroit. We... more

We'd stood in the rain to watch the fireworks, my girlfriend Linda and I, and it was perfect. It was Boston and it was the Fourth of... more

WEDNESDAY got off the airplane, spencer landed like an hour ago. either he is in the... more

A man's eyes dilate when he climaxes. This is not a graphic metaphor of the soul opening up. This is an animal... more

Lone Star bottles were a dollar that night, and a leather-clad, hair-shaking woman howled “Whipping Post” on the... more