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THE SECRET TO A LONG LIFE by Kevin Grauke

January 3, 2024

Scientists have theories about why this happens, but I’ve got one of my own: our brain wants us to remember our horrible moments most clearly.

2023 STAFF PICKS

December 31, 2023

I have rewatched Guadagnino's Suspiria remake at least a dozen times and it's never been beaten, although Cosmatos' Mandy came really close.

THE UNDERCURRENT OF DEATH: An Interview with Julian Tepper

December 29, 2023

Early readers have already told me that this is a novel about coming to New York as an artist and what it takes to succeed. Believe it or not, I wasn’t thinking about that all too much.

JOHN JACOBS by Conor Truax

December 27, 2023

To the conscious Cartwrights, the deer warnings were novelties. The yellow on the signs was not invented. The deer recognized it as the sun.

X-R-A-Y SPECS: The Catechism Cataclysm (2011)

December 22, 2023

And isn’t a catechism a religious text that takes the form of questions and answers? Is our conversation a catechism? Or just a cataclysm? Ha.

THE STAGE NAME by James Tadd Adcox

December 20, 2023

Just as the first wife had found the stage name pretentious and comical, the second experienced the real name as uncanny, unnatural.

THE EDGE OF THE EDGE: A Numinous Conversation with Mike Thorn and Kathe Koja

December 15, 2023

I’ve never felt I’ve fully, accurately transcribed a mental concept through writing, and that’s one of my key motivations for continuing: maybe I’ll get closer next time, or maybe not, but I’ll keep trying.

WORK by Andy Tran

December 13, 2023

The Algebra II teacher stood up with his hands full of frozen peas. “I don’t know what to say. But thank you,” he said. A pea dropped from his hand. Tess moaned.

TRANSMISSIONS: Textual Healing

December 8, 2023

As a writer I think it’s helped me to guess which questions an author might really want to get asked. So many podcasts solely focus on the writing. As a writer, I know that can be exhausting.

THE LUCKY ONE by Pamela Painter

December 6, 2023

She walks with purpose over to a gangly tree and dumps our mother’s ashes at its base, then smears them around with the toe of her purple sneaker. Then she turns to face me as if to see if I’m going to object.