Guest Literary Nonfiction Editor David Lazar: Allison Field Bell’s “Body Essay” is, indeed, greater than the sum of its parts. This self-forensic, tonally muted work, is a Cartesian revision: We are corporeal, and therefore think about how every inch of us, each discrete part, conjoins body memory along with the memory of our bodies’ pleasures and …
Associate Editor Andy Sia: Tracing the seams between the outer and the inner world, Jodi Cressman’s quietly observant essay reveals the stratifications of gender and family in a Mennonite and farming household. Among other things, I’m drawn to the animals in this piece, which populate the speaker’s world and take on bigger significance. Listen to Cressman read her …
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Listen to Natalie Villacorta read “Letting Go”: Section titles from Journey into Power: How to Sculpt Your Ideal Body, Free Your True Self, and Transform Your Life with Yoga by Baron Baptiste 1. Integration Series: Presence Patty, the owner of the yoga studio, paced at the front of the room. She was in her sixties, …
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Assistant Editor Blessing Christopher: Preeti Talwai’s essay lands on the taste buds and ripens into an impactful narrative about time, family, displacement, and chronic illness. It further examines the thin line demarcating what is considered delicious/desirable from the things that are almost sickeningly sweet. Listen to Talwai read “Mango Season”: Mango Season The little patience …
Compact Jazz recording, 1989Nina Simone, accompanying herself on piano Every instant is at once a giver and a plunderer.—Gaston Bachelard In 1980, my mother lay dying. Her death that July guided me north to a high Victorian mansion in upstate New York and, within just three days, to my beloved. He too was mourning—his marriage …
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I needed money after the move. That was my excuse. But really I couldn’t bear to live in another house with it, knowing it was in the side table, in the drawer above my vibrator. Unfired for years—so much potential. The inheritance came with a small box of bullets, the cardboard foxed but nearly full, …
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