Posts by Emily Carney

February 28, 2017 | Fiction

Clumps

Emily Carney

The fact of his wariness stops her; Viv gathers the remaining clumps of her hamburger, squeezes them between her fingers but no juice comes out. She stares at the clumps. 

March 25, 2016 | Poetry

Milk Poems

Emily Carney

I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...

January 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

How We Are Religious

Emily Carney

Sheila Heti’s words penned: BLOW-JOB ARTIST. I have always wanted to be everything to everyone.

December 18, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Emily Carney

I think about how the flashes bouncing back from selfies seem really ‘cinematic’
and how shia labeouf seems very alaskan
alaskan with hard fists, and lonely

September 2, 2015 | Poetry

4 Poems

Emily Carney

legs apart, wrists willing: I am teaching myself to love sasha grey

August 12, 2015 | Nonfiction

A Confession Via Jennifer Garner

Emily Carney

The people in my workshop suggested the stories were detailing co-dependency. From my position of fiction writer I laughed and nodded in agreement so as not to appear too sentimental towards the material. I thought of my classmates as boring and responsible and generic, and reasoned that they couldn’t understand the characters’ interactions because they were only limitedly tolerant of anything eccentric—