Tag: chelsey clammer

Movement. Metaphor. Sound. Meaning. Poet Annelyse Gelman’s collection, Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone, addresses and implements all of these things. No—challenges all of these things. No, wait—they wrestle, dance, embrace and question all of these things. They do all of that and more. In other words, Gelman’s ... Read More

In her new collection of essays, The Deep Zoo, artist and writer Rikki Ducornet looks at where imagination, violence, dreams, and fairy tales represent the deep zoo at the core of humanity. Here, Ducornet discusses further the ways in which art and the written intersect in our lives and relations ... Read More

Congratulations to Chelsey Clammer on the event of being born. We are so happy she was. Help us celebrate Chelsey's birthday, today, by wishing her well and checking out the fantastic work she has been up to! XO, Chelsey. Happy Birthday. Love, Your Eckleburgers ... Read More

In 1977 he had a stroke in his home. The jarred electrical currents made his body crash down to the mountain cabin floorboards. The stroke did not cripple him, but it did make him take his body to a different home, one in an actual city, with a hospital really ... Read More

Queen B's real name is Bianca. But she likes to be called Queen B, and so that is what I call her. Queen B has a wife who is a lesbian stud and who likes to be referred to as “he.” Queen B calls him her wife. I do not ... Read More

Small town. Texas. Cows. And a random Liberal Arts University in the middle of all those endless pastures. Southwestern University. Georgetown, Texas. You have never heard of it. Barely 1000 students and, to my delight, 750 of them are female. Move-in day. My mom and dad load up the huge ... Read More

I have a gay ankle. That is not a typo. It is not supposed to read as “I have a gay uncle.” I don't even have an uncle. So, no, there is no gay uncle. But my ankle is very, very gay. How this happened: I'm seventeen and know, like ... Read More

The lesbians surround me. Swarms of them come in every day through the heavy glass door and want to pick at my brain. “Are there any transgender books for children? “I want to introduce my sister to feminism, but she doesn't like to read. Is there a novel or something ... Read More

When I was eight, I saw my mother win a hula-hoop competition. We were at a work picnic for my dad's company, and she entered the contest and won it. Her prize was a bright yellow walkman. Yes, that portable thing from the 90's that played tapes. I wasn't too ... Read More

Her name is Ally Crystal Elridge. She's knows to have the best pot, pot that is better than any other student's stash. She always has KB. Kind Bud. Smooth. Delicious. None of that cheap skunk shit I always smoke. We call her ACE when we are allowed to, when we ... Read More

A Story from My Sister Kate: I am not home. I'm probably at some sports practice for one of the three sports I play for my high school. My mom is either on her way to or from one of the Jazzercise classes she teaches. It is early evening and ... Read More

There is an old 1982 El Camino sitting in my driveway in the mountains of Cripple Creek, Colorado. It's a year older than I am, and has a sock holding a part of its engine together. But it's a good little super sport truck—and astonishingly reliable. My grandfather owned this ... Read More