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Five Must-Read Joan Didion Essays

  I’ve made no secret of my love and admiration for Joan Didion. I first read her when I was an editorial assistant at a big publishing house. Blue Valentine was the movie everyone in the bullpen was discussing, and I YouTubed Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams to see how their chemistry translated off-screen (it

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Flash Fiction Friday – “Lived” by James A Marin

Lived  by James A Marin art by Andrea Montano A veteran of both World Wars, Edwina Carlson still possessed a military bearing. Her godson knew the pain of terminal cancer was endured without complaint. “You abstain from pain management.” Immediately Tony felt the fool; the statement of concern sounded more like an accusation. A smile from

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Last Night It Rained

Last night it rained and it reminded me of New York. Of old beer and whisky, of cigarettes and subway stops. Last night it rained and I felt cold. I always forget how much I love the rain. It comes at you hard, no cares, and goes the same. Sometimes the blinds in my room

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Hungry Hearts Is a Contemplative, Though Flatline Thriller

Hungry Hearts Is a Contemplative, Though Flatline Thriller Being young parents is enough to drive you mad, and that’s just what happens in this quiet little indie from IFC. The story conquers new love, moving in together, getting married, meeting the family, and, finally, having a baby. And that’s just the first half hour. What

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The Profile

The Profile Single South Asian male, in thirties, looking for wife By Mariam Zafar   Please message me only if you are between the ages of 18 and 22 and have taken substantial steps to pursue a career in law or medicine and can keep up with intellectual conversation should I choose to take you

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Author Spotlight: Mariam Zafar

Mariam Zafar is a Pakistani-American writer pursuing her MFA in Poetry at The New School. A desert dweller at heart, she writes between Miami, Dubai, and New York City. She is the 2015 winner of the Paul Violi Prize in Poetry, and her work is currently forthcoming in Bird’s Thumb. When she’s not working on her collection of poems, you

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Breaking up with Kevin Smith

My break-up from Kevin Smith is similar to any other kind of break-up, I guess: I can no longer identify with him and so I’ve ended the relationship. I don’t harbor any ill-will, and I wish him the best, but we’re no longer right together.

from Flesh Graphs by Brynne Rebele-Henry

  from Flesh Graphs by Brynne Rebele-Henry   58. Spray tan, he keeps saying things about me like divine, and baby, and scrumptious. Of my bikini: hot, hot, hot. His porno beard. His affinity for unicorn butt plugs and bedazzling. 59. I fucked them in a car with no heat, it was winter and our

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O’ Monday, Have Mercy

I’ve hated you from the beginning.

When I woke up at three o’clock in the morning with a slight pain in my back. When I woke up again at four-thirty and looked outside, the still, dead tree indicating another cold day. Nothing had changed. Spring had come, but it was you holding it at bay.