"writing rage is joyful, right, instinctual, unadulterated, and most of all, corrective." ⚡️
What does it mean for women, in particular, or other marginalized groups, to embrace anger in their craft? What's the generative potential?
Come find out & rage with us: buff.ly/v8upg3W
#AssayJournal
this is a pride flag made from real nasa imagery
happy pride month 🏳️🌈✨
Assay: A Journal of Nonfiction Studies
ICYMI here's my Mother's Day micro essay. Here's to all the motherless children.
I love this so much.
Jasmine 🌌🔭
this is so good!!!
Thank you @patriciaqbidar.bsky.social !
New interview up over at The Palisades Review
www.thepalisadesreview.com/authorfeatur...
Me, walking away bewildered from a social interaction: "How the hell they know that random fact about my life? When did I tell them about it? Wow, my memory is shit these days."
Hours later, at 4:00 AM: "Oh, right. I write personal essays."
"I smile terrifically with all my teeth." Chelsea Stickle strikes again with this stunner. And we get @erinvachon.bsky.social in the same issue!?!? Lucky us. Thanks @bendinggenres.bsky.social
HOW?!? HOW?!?! How am I just NOW learning about the poet Etheridge Knight from Corinth, MS? Just goes to show how growing up white in Mississippi I was blind to all the Black genius surrounding me. Today's poem:
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49932/...
No moon floods the memory of that night only the rain I remember the cold rain against our faces and mixing with your tears only the rain I remember the…
Thank you Palisades Review for reaching out and for giving this one a home.
www.thepalisadesreview.com/new-stories/...
It’s Mother’s Day, and you wake up mad. Hands up like a boxer against any gesture of solace. This year it’s official: your mother has been dead as long as she was alive. Put that on a fucking Hallmark...
Need a laugh? Me too. Remember when a goose fucked up Fabio on a rollercoaster? Read my weird little flash.
Thanks to @rgvaughan.bsky.social and the @bendinggenres.bsky.social editors for taking my silly mythology seriously... 🪿☀️🎢
"Nobody talks to you here, thank God. Not even when you go out for a smoke in the bright day, where the cicada roar echoes the engines on TV, and the meady reek of honeysuckle blossom drives it home like a steering column to the chest: there are so many things you can never get back." A tough gem!
New flash up in @bendinggenres.bsky.social about body positivity in swimsuit season and the glories of gelato. Thanks to Editor @rgvaughan.bsky.social for publishing it!
bendinggenres.com/fuck-em-eat-...
Thank you Palisades Review for reaching out and for giving this one a home.
www.thepalisadesreview.com/new-stories/...
Daniel Miller
Erin Vachon (they/them) 🍉
Patricia Q. Bidar
It’s Mother’s Day, and you wake up mad. Hands up like a boxer against any gesture of solace. This year it’s official: your mother has been dead as long as she was alive. Put that on a fucking Hallmark...
They’re* saying I have a weird new parenting story in the super rad @somewordslit.bsky.social today!
*I am
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Three Voices of God I My daughter comes to me with cupped hands. It is just us. The park is, otherwise, a ghostland. A breeze has begun to push and pull at a chain
