“Criminals are dreamers, just like you.” The Flint water crisis is not forgotten in new poetry by Molly Brodak.
“Here I was, visiting my dad in prison again, just like I did when I was 15, now more than twice as old. What was I looking for? What was I really expecting from him?” An excerpt from Molly Brodak’s memoir Bandit, forthcoming from Grove/Atlantic in 2016.
Ready to start feeling the holiday doom? Molly Brodak provides an annotated playlist of dark vibes, spanning the gamut from the Flamingos to Metallica.
Is your “apology” actually an apology, or a backhanded method of defense? Molly Brodak takes a deeper look.
“The tongues emit heat, / love.” A new poem by Molly Brodak.
Body Map is a series that invites authors to write about the body. In this installment, Molly Brodak talks about brains, tumors, and headlessness.
Molly Brodak on a meditative wander through the Carlos Museum, and what she avoided there. Art by Danny Jock.