By Eva Phillips Obsession and compulsion are curious things. Often, there is an ascetic sterility that’s assumed—fastidiously organizing all the marginalia of one’s existence so nothing is out of place or touches something it shouldn’t; constantly fretting about the most… Read More ›
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A Discussion on Zoe Sorrell’s “My Own Route,” and Glimpse of off the WALL’s Thirteenth Season
By Eva Phillips Poetry and myth are predicated on violence enacted upon women. Brutal possession, hostile silencing or neglect, hateful shame, and outright destruction of femininity drive so many of our stories, that this violence is a sort of vernacular… Read More ›