Our National Phallic Symbol gets a warning from God. Childhood obesity versus eating disorders. And other bullshit. Traci Cumbay investigates.
“Consider an urban area of 500 square miles with clogged freeways and side streets and a general boredom of the fare offered within walking distances and you have the perfect setting for the food to come to you.”
A second reading only validates Jenny Walton’s fuming dislike for Annie Dillard’s well-known and well-respected Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.
“twisting to touch what had been once imagined/then built then lived in a home a prison a coffin.” A new poem from Mimi Brooks.
The hard part about building a disguise kit is you don’t know who’s going to be wearing the makeup, and other life lessons. Chapter 2 of a serial novel by Alex Mattingly.
Our reviewers take their swings at the ex-Pavement frontman’s new album. Do they love it? Do you love them? Read the Punchout and vote for your favorite.
Plumage, a dead communist, a fancy umbrella. Just a few of the interesting items you’ll find on Jenny Walton’s Punchlist.
How do I love Gilmore girls? Let me count the ways: onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten.
“Look, I appreciate that you don’t speak much English. I don’t speak much Hindi, either. Regardless, I have been standing right in front of you for the past 10 minutes.”
Almost two years ago, Ashley Walker’s husband had a stroke. She wrote about it. Part 1 of “Gorked,” her memoir-in-progress.