Books

"Sonia hesitates. Could a two-year-old poison tea? Could she poison imaginary tea? Sonia takes her cup, but doesn't pretend to sip, just holds it in her lap."

-Paula Bomer, Nine Months

"At some point you realize you aren't waiting anymore for your life to start. Your life's happening right now, and it's pretty dull."

Problems, Jade Sharma

"Sometimes I think I'm the only one in our neighborhood with any worthwhile dreams. I have two, and there's no reason to be ashamed of either one. I want to kill Vadim. And I want to write a book about my mother."

from Broken Glass Park, by Alina Bronsky

My body was a book of rules, my heart the spine, my skin plastered with pages. Written on each one was the text that held the world together.

Elissa Washuta, My Body Is a Book of Rules

The liberating thing about publishing an essay collection before you are a fully formed person is that there is nothing to fear. You have no readers. No experience. No memories of doing it before. No wounds. The bad thing about publishing an essay collection at twenty-five, when the frontal lobe has barely finished developing, is there is nothing to fear. No readers. No experience. No memories of doing it before. No wounds.

Chloe Caldwell, I’ll Tell You In Person