Worship Weird
My mother told me that as soon as my brother and I could run, we were headed for the street. We’d toddle on our little feet out the front door and towards roads that sounded like rushing ocean waves. Or at least, I would, my mother sprinting behind me with one eye towards my brother […]
Read More RunAndrea Lambert was kind enough to answer a few questions about creative process as part of the Luna Speaks Interview Series. Andrea Lambert is the author of Jet Set Desolate, Lorazepam & the Valley of Skin: Extrapolations on Los Angeles, and the chapbooks G(u)ilt and Lexapro Diary. Their writing has appeared in Luna Luna, OCCULUM, […]
Read More Interview: Andrea LambertThe puddles that formed in my husband and I’s backyard after a rain smelled different than the ones outside Sarah’s. I loved the way it felt to be drenched standing in front of her downtown one-bedroom, flirting with the rapid waters of brown arroyos, angry that they must twist and turn through oil slick streets […]
Read More FeetIt’s National Poetry Month, ya’ll! You better believe that means I am reading a ton of poetry for this feature (and, you know, also because I love poetry). So, to that end, there are several poetry selections and only one prose selection this month. Thanks to Malvern Books’s National Poetry Month sale, I was able […]
Read More What I’m Reading: April 2019When I was in college, I would walk around campus on the phone with bare feet. I’d feel my toes dipping into the soft earth and let them be warm, covered in mud and slick stone. My toes are curled and cracked and filled with callouses. They are flexible beans on the edge of […]
Read More ToesPlease excuse the rambling: Recently, my body wants to paint and write poetry and creative non-fiction. It does not want to play nicely with books and classes and teaching. It wants to spend late nights agonizing over words and words that come from me and nowhere else. My biggest struggle this Spring semester has been […]
Read More Listening to Your BodyI chose to cover the tattoo I got for him with a poppy. A big, red, opium-producing poppy. Wikipedia told me that poppies were symbols of remembrance. I knew I could never forget. I saved up the $400 from my pay checks at the makeup store while I researched the best artist. When I made […]
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