Six hours into drilling, rescue crews heard one-year-old Jessica McClure singing “Winnie the Pooh” from the bottom of the abandoned well she had fallen down seven hours earlier.
In her recent exhibition, “The Chiefest of Ten Thousand,” the Los Angeles-based painter Celeste Dupuy-Spencer continues her exploration of US culture in a series of figurative canvases that …
I still very much care about that idea of measurable quality; the idea that a consensus can exist between serious readers about what is great and what is merely good.
...attending, as Hoagland did, to how white male hegemony produces and reproduces itself constitutes a valuable step, I think, in naming and deconstructing that hegemony, in refusing to accept it as …
I know happiness is chemical. & that I exist. As: an intense state of longing / punctuated by quick sparks of contentment. As: a body not allowed to pursue / its own pleasure. So, it becomes …
K’s profile said “seeing someone.” Through the plate glass window wall of the Southern-themed bar, I saw her sitting on a stool reading a book on mass incarceration. Her muscled shoulders wore …
swore I’d be a casual bride. The dress code nonexistent (I shant have lied), beer in cans. I wanted, only, a single gerbera daisy placed in each glass bottle. Red. Just that. I only browsed the …
I am forever concerned / for the quality of the breast milk / I’ll never make.
When it comes to decapitations I just have to say one thing: / it’s tough to learn to perfect a smile for the executioner. / The executioner’s nobility, like a beauty pageant, has been / forged …
Up jump grab who got mail / Down calm breathe who got mail / Write write write who got mail
The eyes, rivers and grass— / To each one’s inclination: / The dying off, the dirt. / House, that bears the imprint of a door, you, / as a wrapped packet in a word chest, the dear sweet boy, / …
It was one of those thunderstorms came on sudden-like. Before a body could cover its head it had passed on someplace else. Here, in our holler, we were used to such storms.
Every year, outraged people stage protests and write think pieces about Chinese people eating dog, like the classmates who asked me whether I ate dog, assumed I ate dog, mocked me for eating dog.
