Posts by Danielle Chelosky
The Power of Panic: A Review of Michael Clune’s ‘Pan’
Danielle Chelosky
If I read Pan before I started taking Lexapro I would’ve cried.
Weird Fucks: A Literary Reading Diary
Danielle Chelosky
A recap of New York's biggest night.
Blood & Buffalo ’66
Danielle Chelosky
It is only for an hour or two that I get to panic about pregnancy before the blood starts.
The Catholic
Danielle Chelosky
I’m hitting my vape while he’s being vulnerable.
Midwest Suffering And Brainrot: A Review Of John Doe's 'Autumn In The Pain House'
Danielle Chelosky
Is John Doe a writer, or just a content machine?
A Fragment A Day Keeps The Ghosts Away: A Review Of Nate Lippens' 'Ripcord'
Danielle Chelosky
Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.
A Book As An Epiphany: A Review Of Nicolette Polek's 'Bitter Water Opera'
Danielle Chelosky
Bitter Water Opera is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read.
Pretty Obscure: Oral Sex & The Tumor Of Consciousness
Danielle Chelosky & Jack Skelley
Let’s get more filthy!
Nate
Danielle Chelosky
Jilly says the 21-year-old is weirdly similar to me, specifically because she’s in her early 20s and has a dead dad.
July 26, 2022
Danielle Chelosky
I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.
Grief Is Information: A Review Of Blake Butler's 'Molly'
Danielle Chelosky
Molly, in its three hundred and twelve pages, transcends time and space, life and death.
Exorcist Exercise
Danielle Chelosky
He says he feels like all his problems would be solved if he stopped going to that bar.
Wine-Induced Laughing Fit
Danielle Chelosky
“you’re bad at finishing beverages that aren’t alcoholic,” you told me
Sylvère Lotringer is dead
Danielle Chelosky
Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.
He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam
Danielle Chelosky
The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.
Ghost
Danielle Chelosky
My writing professor said to me that in order to get better, you had to dismantle the person you were, because that person was killing you. I kept wondering: Why did a killer love me?