All that’s left: the art of Teresa Margolles

Photo: Teresa Margolles, Lemas (Mottos), 2009. Fabric impregnated with blood gathered from the places where murders took place embroidered with gold threads / Intallation view: What Else Could We Talk…

This wave in the mind: Woolf in the middle of my life’s journey

The following essay won second place in the 2017 Geneva Writers’ Group Literary Awards for Nonfiction, judged by Nick Barlay. The house was full of excitement bursting and receding like…

Conversations: Krysten Hill and Ruby Rose Fox

Sometimes, I stand awkwardly in kitchens at house parties, leaning over cheese spreads and imagining myself saying smarter things to strangers. It was at a house show like this that…

Ode to mentality; or, Poetry needs weird subjectivity

I’m working for free. I’m not a cynic. —Alan Dugan …one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. —Marianne Moore An Image for Readers “Does this poet…

We’re all so proud of you, signed David Sedaris

Earlier this summer, I brought my fresh copy of Theft by Finding to Common Good Bookstore in St. Paul to have it signed by David Sedaris. Having never met him…

Infertility Rites: Monica Youn’s Blackacre

In her previous life as an attorney, Monica Youn represented Mr. Potato Head and made the rounds explaining Citizens United to ordinary citizens. With her turn as mother, the former…

Infinitely Weird Flights of Mind: Jeremy Bushnell’s The Insides

Our senses discern four dimensions, three spatial and one temporal. Quantum physics notably augmented this self-evidence with anywhere from six to an infinite number of unobservable dimensions. So where are…

#MotherLit: Barber, Mnookin, Parks, & Ross

Following up on the Motherhood issue (March-April 2017), Chloe García Roberts and Mia You asked four authors to reflect on the literature that become important to them after they became mothers. We’d love to…

Or, How I Learned to Keep Worrying: Collaborative Writing, Motherhood, and the Atom Bomb

In Inger Christensen’s long poem Alphabet, first published in Danish in 1981, the poet cooks potatoes. And atom bombs exist. While she stands in the kitchen peeling potatoes under the…

From the Editors: the Motherhood Issue

We’re trying to think back to the origins of A. Bradstreet: We remember that I was working in the Poetry Room at Harvard. That I came by to drop off…

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