The burrowing animal in Nadine’s chest began to settle, and she carefully picked the letters out of the box and stacked them on the plywood beside her. Continue reading The Burrowers
Nirvana had it wrong. We should not in fact be all apologies. Continue reading Say What?
Are we tired of hearing about “unprecedented times”? We should listen to music, instead. Continue reading A Quarantine Playlist for When You’re Not a Teen Anymore
It’s like in movies when someone time travels and accidentally makes it so that someone wasn’t born. Except they were born. And they treated you like garbage. Continue reading Photoshopping My Ex-boyfriends Out of Photos
My brothers would lay a couple of blankets on the floor and stick the “WWF Intro Songs” CD we owned into the stereo. We’d walk through the hallway to whatever intro song we picked and wrestle. Continue reading Life is Unfair
I wondered whether the mail carrier had noticed I’d planted new flowers in the bed by the driveway. Continue reading A Dispatch From My Second Summer Gardening
Maybe god is a bug and this is karma for all of the bugs we have killed. Continue reading Where Did All My Straws Go?
Well, take a look at that. Welcome to Talk Vomit, the lit-mag-thing formerly known as Manqué. Manqué started last May as a passion project for Monica after completing her MFA. She was inspired to create a space that felt different from the ones she had seen cultivated and prioritized during her time in school. Mary joined shortly before launching to help with the Instagram and … Continue reading Welcome to Talk Vomit
“Simple: keep them alive. Because they are living, that’s the reason.” Continue reading Kiskadee: Living Debris
One of the main rules is that you can’t tell anyone to stop singing or playing the piano, no matter the time of day. Continue reading Fiction Friday: Two Days in October