By Benjamin Davis Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” In this column, for as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to kill Frank. Like—a lot. Worse, every two weeks, he will then be subjected to a multiverse of afterlives: absurd, funny, brutal, depressing, wild, creepy, heart-wrenching afterlives. Some will be based on existing theories, some on my own demented imaginings. In each, Frank will … Continue reading Frank Died: Holiday Special
My class is to LOVE Italian. Va bene? Continue reading Buonanotte, Eddie
I pour samples of hazy IPAs for a tourist trio, fresh off the golf course. “Looks like orange juice,” says one. I hear that every day, but I fake a smile. Continue reading Not bad! #8
Over wire-rimmed glasses, Virginia Woolf peers down at the drawing, takes in the words, breathes in an imagined Argentinian starry sky. Continue reading December 14th 1922
She held a clipboard and contempt. Continue reading Why Frank Demanded a Refund
The water gurgled and spat digestive noises at us. It must have been too much, too many wishes. Continue reading Wishing Well
The night phoebe bridgers smashed her guitar Continue reading Not bad! #7
And I still love the unapologetic bad girls. A dalmatian never changes its spots. Continue reading Cruella De Vil and the Strange Nine-year-old Boy Who Loved Her
I don’t know what the proverbial pot at the end of the rainbow was that you were imagining on May 9, 2019 but this feels like a pretty good one. Continue reading Two years in
by Mary Stathos I am 13 years old. I am walking to my locker between classes and my friend Jess walks up to me to give me a book that I absolutely need to read. Smack by Melvin Burgess. The book, which was given to her by our English teacher, is now mine to read. I don’t even know what drug the 14 year old … Continue reading Talk Vomit about sex and relationships in YA lit
