Eater Atlanta | Displaced, Family-Run Grocery Cafe Back in Business Downtown

“People are always pleasantly surprised to find a quality food and coffee option here at Underground,” Grant adds. “When people stumble in, look around, and say, ‘Wait, what is this?’ — that’s the most exciting moment of the day, to watch people walk in, to see that befuddlement turn into delight.”


The Bind | Jenny Sadre-Orafai's Malak

That we can name the truth as such even in its unknowability, that we can comprehend languages we don’t speak, that there are languages that exist outside of utterance—these notions exist comfortably and beautifully beside one another in Malak, and they often glow, miraculous.


The Bind | Melissa Broder's Last Sext

Having given Last Sext two readings, I can attest that it’s a collection best experienced via full immersion—my reading experience was all the more rich when I finally surrendered and let myself sink into the waters of Broder’s dizzying, relentless declaratives and cosmic uncertainties.


Grist (Online) | The Skin that Heats and Sparks: Anya Krugovoy Silver’s From Nothing

Whether taking root in story, art, history, memory, or what lies beneath the skin, From Nothing is a deft exploration of the body and lived experience–in its flourishing and its fragility. 


Brevity: The Blog | The Hybrid Writer's Life (Post-MFA)

As I soon came to the conclusion that the academic career path was not the career path for me, I became more and more fascinated with these kinds of writers: the ones who had other interests and obligations outside the typical gamut of writing/literature/ composition/teaching/adjuncting. The lawyers and hairdressers and rabbit enthusiasts who found room in their lives to make art, too.


Grist (Online) | Hard Lines: Rough South Poetry

Hard Lines is best read slowly, a few strong poems at a time. It celebrates the enduring tradition of the narrative in Southern poetics, and the collection is at its most thought-provoking when poems embody a present-South that interrogates its past-South shadow. 


Extra Crispy | Waffle House is Always Open

On the surface, it’s easy to write Waffle House off: bad food, cheap food, last resort food. But on those occasions, the thing that was most important about Waffle House was that its door was always open—and still is.


Bitter Southerner (Folklore Project) | Mourning Food

I had never seen myself as the other daughter, just the stepdaughter that came around sometimes, content to witness the two of them from the periphery.
Later, my roommate and I split the cake, sitting cross-legged on the floor of our dorm. The icing was fudgy, thick, perfect, and it clung to our teeth.


Rain Taxi | The Poem She Didn't Write and Other Poems

The is an undeniably candid and colorful voice at work in this collection, one that seeks to be understood, one that aims to thrill in its disorientation.


Bluestem Magazine | Claudia Emerson's "Metastasis: Worry-Moth" in POETRY

“Metastasis: Worry-Moth” is Emerson wielding her control and precision in a deft, startling way, using cool, clinical language to sublimate the panic and fear of death, the love of the heat of the body—of life. The lines skip around like the wingbeat of a moth, heavy with silence, with foreboding. The publication’s heartbreaking timing makes this an all the more weighty, crucial read.