How I wrote a failed sonnet that turned into my fourth novel.
“I felt like I was a piece of clockwork waiting to be fixed.”
“I was going to blend in, and maybe live there forever.”
“The year is the measure of a gentrifying neighborhood.”
Why are ambitious wives in novels figured as dumb or evil or both?
“If I saw her on campus, I altered my route and walked in a different direction.”
“Unfinished”: On Process and Met Breuer’s “Thoughts Left Visible”
Throwing It Out and Starting Again
I’ll Still Be Afraid to Talk to You Too
From the Magpie (Faces)
A Queer History of Relics
From the Magpie (Locks and Doors)
What kind of story would you like to write?
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