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December 14th 1922

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

Talk VomitSeptember 30, 2021Leave a comment

What I Thought About Normal People

What if things go south and you’re reminded that there wasn’t even technically anything there to be upset about in the first place? Continue reading What I Thought About Normal People

Talk VomitNovember 11, 2020December 16, 2020Leave a comment

in my experience, Nonfiction, what we're reading

When Will I Have Read Enough Books?

It’s an unattainable goal, almost certainly. Continue reading When Will I Have Read Enough Books?

Monica BuschFebruary 26, 2020April 20, 2020Leave a comment

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a little hello from the talk vomit editors, but in a spooky way

This month, we launched a new column by @zoenoumlaut that will feature q&a-style interviews with editors and people who generally read submissions. So much of the lit and art world is shrouded in the unknown, and in true Zoe fashion, she is asking: Why?

Hark, our book club has a new day of the week. Meet: Thursdays. & for this month, we thought we’d stay on theme. Tis the season for spooky children, remote estates, and rewatching The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Not bad! #8 — Talk Vomit’s Sunday morning poetry series — is back with a new installment. Today, we are featuring one prose-poem by Montana poet Ross Peterson. www.talkvomit.com

“‘First, you killed my son and my wife, then this? How can you justify this?’

All that is visible are shadows from the dim light of other buildings, other rooms, gaslights along the street, and beyond that, the eternal vault of the city that harbours so many of her dreams. For long hours the dreary, muddy, rainy winter stays encapsulated in darkness; winters are different here than they are in Rodmell. Even after everything that has happened, she still thinks of London as home.

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