Wrestling Emily Dickinson

So I came across this brilliant piec e by Katherine Cross on how writers with Guardian and New York Times columns still claim to be being ...

Hiding in a toilet stall, I photograph the bruise: this capillary trace of the way your cupped palms made their percussive contact with m...

She sounds like Sidse Knudsen telling Chiara D'Anna she's late. She tells me to climb on the couch, compliments me on my boot...

This game of chess, this drive to seize and take, this duel of bluff and countermove and feint, is what your songs and movies celebrate?...

The part of me that hates to bake would make my birthday cake for you if you asked me in that tone of voice telling me you have to: rea...

It's all downhill from now, she says, and her younger lover smiles, and tells her she's many years left . I have been that younge...

I'm double-bluff and Highsmith riffs, I know this: if another woman's eyes met mine the way Fatma looks at Chiara during the meas...