Monthly Archives: December 2015

A story as told to me by Gavin

“We were given this assignment to write a story: it had to be about a brother and sister and how they wanted a pet. And I was like, YEAH! Because we never to get to write stories.

So, this girl named Rose is kind of … Read more

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Hush little baby now don’t you cry

Two nights ago, I dreamed my aunt and her husband came to visit me in a high-ceiling town house in New Orleans. He stood at the base of the stairs in the hallway, and she followed me into the kitchen. We were both young women. … Read more

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Sontag

We watched the HBO documentary on Susan Sontag last night, and I found myself getting angry with her. She talks about truth in a way that feels false, then circles around and comes at it from another direction. The way I struggle with meaning. What … Read more

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How Will You Love Me?

Before Mary and I had our first date, she sent me this mixtape of “I don’t want to date anyone” songs. She said it was just what she was listening to. But in between the songs you could hear that other thing: I am more … Read more

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