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There was a very childish man who spent a summer with a woman, fell in love, and said goodbye when she left to teach English in South Korea.
Rachel Rossin is a multi-media and installation artist based in New York City
At the heart of the piece is Ebizie’s experience of a rare neurological condition that was barely recognised until 2014.
Since there’s no pastime like screen time, I decided to dive into my deep well of internet sedation to understand where the hours go.
Nothing is more infuriating to me when I ask for directions from point A to point B then to be instructed, “Head east.”
Forty-something emails are still marked unread because the dopamine hit comes from clicking them open, not replying.
My soft core, rose, again as a sweep of emotions turned and tumbled across—the faults, the cliffs, the shifts—parenthood’s ostensible end.
Text message strings are a lot like hotel rooms. They’re temporary, relatively easy to clean out, and progressively get more exasperating, smarmy, and damp the longer that they stay.
Though I was unaware of her passing, I awoke at that exact moment to the sound of restless wind rustling through my bedroom.
Dear Dr. Hanover, my Psychiatrist,
I wrote you an email just now that was most certainly a testament—proof!
Why?’ starts as an informal introduction to the theatre, with the actors claiming God created theatre on the seventh day.
If you’re looking to get inked this year, these are the artists to check out!
Rough seas, as I say. Imagining the refugees today. Would they dare, would they know, would the smugglers stay silent about the high waves?
Through the platform of ANOKO, Obialo has promoted a plethora of African women in New York City. We, at Litro, want to help these women flourish through their distinct narratives.
Candace and I stomp our feet to the rhythm of Alice Merton’s song. We smile, throwing our heads back at the performing drag queen on stage.
I thought the man was sleeping until I saw his dead stare. The top of his head was gone, leaving a hole ringed by wisps of black hair.