6 Poems About Burnout
When You Ask How I’m Holding Up, I Want To Say This
The Fringes Of Society Are The Center
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Passover in Exile
5 min read
Each day I'd get up at ten or eleven, stroll over to Twin Peaks, an old, luxurious bar with velvet cushions on the benches and drinks served in glasses that you drank with your pinky raised up.
Cross-Country Lesbian Hasidic Road Trip
8 min read
We were sitting on a couch. On the TV, men in tights were causing each other serious pain. “I think I’m standing still,” I said. “I think I need to move.”
This Is How You Say Goodbye
7 min read
We know that our stories will have happy endings, partly because we are so determined to make the endings happy, and partly because it’s gotta be better than what we have now.
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