Eli S. Evans: Is That It

“In the 1430s, Margery Kempe wrote the first autobiography in English. She replaced existence with the desire to exist,” writes Robert Glück...

I was just wetting my toes into the sands of self-isolation in Delhi, when a putrid smell came along, an estrangement within another estrangement.

Statue of Dietrich Bonhoeffer in Hamburg, Germany. via Flickr/KeokiSeu (cc) by Stephen R. Haynes Why did 13 people make their way to my campus on a dreary February evening in 2020 for a new class I was teaching on a long-dead German theologian called Dietrich Bonhoeffer? We obviously shared...

Both X’ed Out and Vivarium assume an other world that leaks into the main frame world where most of the action happens...

If you want to garden and you’re able, do it now. If you want revolution and you’re able, do it now...

I am “working” from “home,” in bed, when I have a cough that may or may not be dry but is definitely not wet. My stomach drops...

California has been ordered to shelter in place. And here we are, 50 miles from our home, buying chickens. A last act before lockdown.

Current conversations about the essay—and there are many—emphasize the provisional, speculative nature of the genre, the suggestion of a test, a tryout.

Martin Eve is able to demonstrate in “Historical Sources for Thomas Pynchon’s ‘Peter Pinguid Society’” that Pynchon consulted a single source...

If you played an instrument before the pandemic, but so badly that it would not have occurred to you to publicly disseminate videos of yourself playing it...

Welcome to the new order. It’s not going to be fun or easy. But maybe you finally can carve out time to finish (or begin) that novel. You can read and write poetry.

It didn’t happen all at once. I didn’t wake up one morning to find myself unable to write creatively. For months, I could eke out a story or group of poems...

In the summer or fall of 1943, La France libre, the London-based provisional government led by General Charles de Gaulle...

While I had much success in my multiple attempts to create relationships where I was the person switching the intimacy dimmer higher or lower based on how well my expectations...

Evan calls them “bitchin’,” betraying his California roots and never-ending supply of boyishness. I embrace that Gen-X-y “meh”

The day that I returned to Greece after a decade in the US marked a grand failure, at least in my head. If I had written this three years ago

It seems when we hear a skylark singing as if sound were running forward into the future, running so fast and utterly without consideration...