Notes on Young is an exploration of poetry in digital space, existing as a part of daily life and communication in the digital realm, and also as an interruption to […]
Let’s get one thing straight from the start: whoever you are, wherever you are, you speak a dialect of English. English does not and has never followed one set of […]
Over the Halloween season, I sat with critically acclaimed author, Laura van den Berg, to discuss her debut novel, Find Me, a surrealist, dystopian investigation on the fragility of memory. Van […]
R. Bell and Jordi Alonso’s conversation on the genesis of Alonso’s 2014 publication Honeyvoiced.
I feel I loved you since my tenderest childhood. Even in utero you were my all.
On the road, you and I,
We tear apart a Kaiser roll
From the gas station a few miles back.
I went to the tattoo parlor on Sunday cause I had nothing else to do and I’d already eaten all the ice cream in my girlfriend’s fridge. It was August in the city, so I was delusional.
What does it mean to return to childhood spaces?
Occasionally I meet a person–usually a woman–who tells me that she’s lost her voice. It’s not that she can’t write at all, she says. Depending on her age, she might have […]
Living in New York after New York has ‘died’ and all the writers have gone.
When it comes to instant bestsellers, Jill Alexander Essbaum’s first novel, Hausfrau, is a dark horse: a deeply literary work, the book follows the slow, inevitable ruination of Anna, a […]
Dear young friend, First, can I say I love you? And then that you are beautiful? These statements seem out of bounds only if you stop reading right here. Such […]
Curated For Appeal This year, the zeitgeist spells split selves. More and more of life is lived across media, says everyone. We, as in me, are fraying across platforms. Everyone […]
The Ritual Locust tree, you were once my gateway into dreaming. The tickle of grass remains on my wrists, even now, from the amaranthine nights I lay in my summer […]
Take the exit for I-40 West; leave the moonlit lighthouses littering the coast, the ocean in turn littered with shipwrecks; people from New Jersey—that is, people of a certain age—love […]
The wildest beach we knew was called Grey Lady, because in those days women were portrayed with hair flowing in the wind, completely nude, nipples a soft pink. In those […]
Three electrifying writing prompts to inspire you at the start of each week. If you write something you like, send your work to us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Welcome to The Whale, a brand-new literary blog for writers and readers like you. We write about books, music, and creative community. In the coming weeks, you can look forward […]
Slowly, with her voice pointed down towards the snow, she starts. “That we aren’t for the morning/ that we aren’t for house-fires./ That if you lit a match in your […]
Click through to read Ellen Boyette’s two poems: Helvetica and <Icon>ography Ellen Boyette is a poet from Asheville, North Carolina. She currently studies English literature at UNC Chapel Hill. Her […]
I went to the river because it moved I went to the river because it moved and I was alone. I had eaten figs and good bleu cheese, and I […]