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Honeysuckle Waft and Fists: On Aurora Mattia’s “Unsex Me Here”

Ari Moline·December 15, 2025

Mattia’s unafraid of repetition; she knows it constitutes us and forms our habitus, and that it also creates structure for other, less visible parts embedded around its scaffold—repetition as performance of self, something you wake up and enact every day.

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This and Thats: Toward an Ethics of Digression

Lucy Schiller·December 17, 2024

As a reader, it’s flattering to be let in: to understand that the writer is playing with expectations, starving you a bit of plot, feeding you a ton of side dishes instead of a meat and potatoes dinner.

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Concrete Catholic: Marcel Breuer’s Saint John’s Abbey

Tristan Whalen·December 15, 2025

The story of Saint John’s Abbey Church is thus a kind of creation myth: an origin story that illustrates the advent of a new symbolic language, formed by the dialogue between liturgical and architectural forces, and forged for an uncertain moment of rapidly-emerging modernity.

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White Line Fever

Michael Bible·December 15, 2025

I used to chug margaritas at nightclubs and whisper to blonde women. I was a large man and the mirror caused pain. I was married at the time, which makes these memories doubly shameful.

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Concrete Poem

Jane Huffman·December 15, 2025

When I am sitting up in bed, which I often do, I think in terms of submersion, as if I fell through the floor.

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We Name It: A Conversation With Ali Black

Stephanie Ginese·December 15, 2025

There’s a line that says, “my mother looked better alive.” I was having a conversation with Donald and “we look better alive” just kind of spilled off my tongue.

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The Suitor

Ruthie Prillaman·December 15, 2025

Reason 2. Your brother is already married. If I am going to get into your family, it’s going to have to be through you.

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Pink Slip

Logan Fry·December 15, 2025

The shovel’s sharpened tip will Slash the dry air.

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Empty Tracks

Claire Foster·December 15, 2025

Heather McCalden wants me to write about my dead father because she wants every reader of The Observable Universe, her scattered, shrewd, and heartbreaking debut, to write about their dead parents.

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