“It’s All Good” by Brittany Ackerman

I meet my boss for lunch at Kaya Sushi House in Mar Vista.  It’s not quite Venice Beach and not quite Culver City either, somewhere in between the two.  I’m in a plaid skirt and a grey muscle tee with my leather jacket.  I’m trying out the badass LA look, which I feel confident enough today to pull off.

cafe exterior

“Where Now, New Wave?” by Cutter Hurst

Literary movements spark and evolve, ebb and flow together without ever warning the writer. By the time one knows what is new, all too often that new has already become old. Yet there is a sentiment emerging now, wondering aloud—though still quietly—

Personally, I blame the internet.

"Writing at the End of a Civilisation"

“Writing at the End of a Civilisation” by Pádraig Ó Meiscill

ONCE UPON A TIME, in the heady days of economic collapse, a number of French malcontents got together, christened themselves the Invisible Committee and wrote, ‘It is useless to wait – for a breakthrough, for the revolution, the nuclear apocalypse or a social movement. To go on waiting is madness. The catastrophe is not coming, it is here. We are already situated within the collapse of a civilisation. It is within this reality that we must choose sides.’