“…that eager, / kicking foot. There’s nothing in me now”
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“…that eager, / kicking foot. There’s nothing in me now”
“Forgive or condem / (whatever man), but to go back is to run”
“To sew a jacket, one must first imagine it fragmented.”
“always save the marriage / i want to be saved too”
“Everything was ours, our reality untamed by time and misogyny, and the price we’d pay for living remained alien to us.”
“If ever a saint could be described as not giving any fucks, it would be her.”
“John Lennon is singing I’m So Tired. / I know you’re tired. As you burn in this Brooklyn kitchen,”
"…I’m just sort of putting my ear against the thing and trying to discern its heartbeat…”
“He loved the sense that sex could be an intervention between two people.”
“the ghosts drag me by my hair and their hands”
“When you start out as a writer, you really never know what’s going to happen. Will anyone ever read your work?”
“You can tell a lot about a person by their Starbucks order.”
“I’ve seen too much writing lately that makes metaphors of hunger.”
“… I told them / about the strange animal living in my throat.”
“And all along, what happened to that thing we had originally wanted?”
by Yoojin Na
Members Only author Sameer Pandya talks with Yoojin Na about the ideal measure of novelistic time, India, layered moments in fiction, and the grace of tennis.
“I exist alone while here inside I dwell with my friends / and also with my dead”
“Words are like heartbeats: sooner or later, we will run out.”
