The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
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The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
In my diagnosis, I saw the first irrefutable proof of myself. But so many others saw a referendum on what it means to be atypical.
The author of Von Spatz on the relationship between creativity and mental health, deer-drawing and Disney, and the allure of American landscapes.
He gave his life to the Russian Orthodox Church. It didn’t deserve to lay claim to him in death, too.
The author of Look Alive Out There on neighbours, Generation X, and pot-smoking hippies in Northern California.
After the deaths of Colten Boushie, Tina Fontaine, and so many others, Canadian society seems much more convinced about what didn't cause them than what did.
At first, it was just this hazy glow on the horizon, but then it got brighter and took on more of a definite shape. It was almost as if—it’s weird to say it, even now—it was looking for us.