I find myself now more and more prolonging these moments of genrelessness: a few breaths in, filling my lungs with clarity.
Read MoreWe all have our Sad Girl songs—the ones that hit right at the center of our biggest shames, our runny mascara nights, our whispers from the alleyway.
Read MoreWhen I listen to Maggie Rogers’ “Falling Water,” I always hear I never loved you fully in the way I could so deeply, completely.
Read MoreHere’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.
Read MoreWhen I think of the word hag, I think of the greying light beyond the horizon before a storm. I think of possibility hanging heavy in the air.
Read MoreWhat if we encountered our bodies the way they are and said, “this is good enough”?
Read MoreI think of my work as being temporal by nature.
Read MoreI’ve found a catharsis in musicians’ emotional responses to the strife in the world right now, and in their visions of what might spring from the ashes.
Read MoreThe summer of 2016 belongs to “Self Control,” white brick walls, the rumble of the MARTA train—to the warmth and the horror of being alone in a city.
Read MoreMusic can reveal itself as simply escapism or enjoyment, but it can also be something much deeper, more abstract and substantial.
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