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Introducing Interlude, New Job Openings, & Crowd Surfing With God

Introducing Interlude, New Job Openings, & Crowd Surfing With God

Interlude: the keystrokes of transitory—the movement in the rest—the inhale before the storm.

Announcements, Literature, MusicTopaz WintersJune 21, 2018Adrienne Novy, bianca phipps, caitin stickels, Hanif Abdurraqib

"Again, darlings, again." (Melissa Atkinson Mercer on Knock)

"Again, darlings, again." (Melissa Atkinson Mercer on Knock)

The tongue is powerful—it is both body & voice, past & future, self & monster.

Literature, Music, Personal EssayGuestFebruary 20, 2018melissa atkinson mercer

"Mental illness, memory, and myth are not elements you can solve and walk away from." (An Interview with Melissa Atkinson Mercer)

"Mental illness, memory, and myth are not elements you can solve and walk away from." (An Interview with Melissa Atkinson Mercer)

I love the word knock—its single sonorous syllable, the way it functions as both a command and an invitation.

Interviews, Literature, MusicChristina ImFebruary 13, 2018melissa atkinson mercer

“There’s something distinct in my music that people like, and I’m discovering it along with them.” (An Interview with Shelby Merry)

“There’s something distinct in my music that people like, and I’m discovering it along with them.” (An Interview with Shelby Merry)

I think my reinvention this year isn’t so much to change, but to trust in what I’ve been doing and to take care of myself.

Interviews, Literature, MusicChristina ImJanuary 22, 2018shelby merry

"Millions of years after a star burns out, the light of memory remains." (Kevin Rabas on Saudade)

"Millions of years after a star burns out, the light of memory remains." (Kevin Rabas on Saudade)

A woman holds a box depicting a woman holding a box—and on backwards and inwards until the music stops.

Literature, Music, Personal EssayGuestNovember 11, 2016kevin rabas

"It is that tight string tied to your finger and another’s—a loved one, a lost one, or both." (Talia Flores on Saudade)

"It is that tight string tied to your finger and another’s—a loved one, a lost one, or both." (Talia Flores on Saudade)

2:30 am. Soft piano pours into my ears like mercury. I am aching, but it feels beautiful.

Literature, Music, Personal EssayGuestNovember 6, 2016talia flores