
Shane Jesse Christmass on film with Rebecca Gransden
Thatโs the best thing about film, or novels, that soup of experience that swamps you, that isnโt your usual, or known experience, your lived experience.

Thatโs the best thing about film, or novels, that soup of experience that swamps you, that isnโt your usual, or known experience, your lived experience.

He wasnโt afraid to crack a grin, in the most colorful sweater, a bejeweled crown atop his head, raising a glass of his favorite cocktail to let the world know he is still kicking it, even in deathโs hallows.

The old say to the young: ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ. And when the old men speak these words, they are sincere, because the world has been delivered unto them, and the world is now theirs to bestow.


I breathed in the piss scent of the alleyway through the black knit. Then my face emerged from beyond the shirt, and I stood facing the dead end of the alley holding my breasts with one forearm.

i thought i was prepared for friends and strangers to be able to glimpse some of my innermost thoughts, but sometimes i get a wave of anxiety: is it too much?

She rode her pony here and he stinks like old socksโthereโs no bond better than between a woman and her pony. I note she wears striped leotards right up to her loincloth.

At two in the afternoon, she hears a bang like a gunshot. Eugenia peeks out her bedroom window. Whatโs visible to her: the Tangsโ barbecue pit, their garden shed, their kidney-shaped pool. She counts dead oval leaves trapped on the water.ย Must be the Tang brothers lighting firecrackers behind the shed again, she thinks. Theyโre always plotting to give the birds a heart attack. Forefingers stuffed in her ears, she wonders why the brothers arenโt studying, and from where do they get their sadistic toys? But if the Gohs across the street managed to smuggle in flamingos to chain to

Iโm in class reading Hamlet and contemplating suicide on a cliffside. Reciting poetic verses about family curses and hiding behind a curtain with a knife. My phone buzzes, and I lean forward to read something out of a Shakespearean tragedy. She killed someone. The words glow like the flame of a lit match and I spring from my desk chair, repelled by their heat. Faces swivel toward me, judgement radiating from their eyes. Iโm an injured animal at the center of a swarm about to be mauled by my own pack. My heartbeat radiates in my ears: glove to a

What film, or films, made the first deep impression on you? My aunt and uncle on Long Island, for whatever reason, had a big-box VHS copy of I Spit on Your Grave in their collection, nestled somewhere between Stripes and Mr. Mom. I never asked about it, or even watched it, but it always kind of confused me. I thought it was a porno or something. I finally ended up watching I Spit on Your Grave as a teenager, which made me thankful that I didnโt watch it as a child, though I did accidentally catch A Clockwork Orange on