Being a person with highly specific needs, or even minor needs, can be exhausting. Not only for the people around you, who may have ‘ideas’ about what …
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'Bowls'
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In the nineteen nineties, when I was a child and had no autonomy over my food choices, it was very edgy for white, Anglo people my father’s age to say,…
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Probably it is just a feeling of listlessness. A not uncommon pandemic feeling. I have not been bedridden, not anhedonic nor alcoholic nor anorectic; I…
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Since I am taking a small break from writing this week (what a time! Just a few days off), I am sending you a lil essay about robes I put out on the Sc…
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I have a friend, a poet—just an acquaintance, really, but one I feel lovingly towards—I knew only briefly, in real life, five years ago. My contact wit…
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Don’t ask me why I chose My Dark Vanessa as my escapist novel to read this much-needed weekend of reduced work. In case you haven’t heard of it, My Dar…
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[and Blueberries giveaway]
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I wanted to do the work of becoming a famous author Famous for a book she is yet to write, not the one She is ashamed to have written and wants never t…
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Each interhemispheric flight I take is worse than the last. The flights themselves are fine, if extraordinarily wasteful. They are luxury, even (the As…
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One of my favourite real-life artists is a woman I used to live with and whom I love tenderly. Ruth! O’Leary! You can look her up. Ruth moved to the co…
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The cats in the empty lot beside my apartment block are ‘in heat’. They howl and wail all day and night. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wake …
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