Still, Still, Still Simmering
Wildfires ravage and Irma bears down and nuclear tests keep happening, and I am heavy bored.
A Sehnsuchtsvoll Website
The fairness and insensitivity of this feels reassuring, like weather or death. Something I cannot change. Something that does not care about me.
You’re More Loving Than You Think You Are
I cried last night. Everyone did. Three a.m. and drunk, overcaffeinated.
I Sing the Body Collective
These millions are saving civilization, constantly and everywhere, because they are civilization.
Freshman Orientation
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.
Crotchpot
I recently discovered the healthy, frugal, “have my shit together” magic known as a crockpot, specifically, a brown-and-tan, floral relic from my parents’ wedding that in a roundabout Oedipal way, led to the traumatization of my penis.
Toxic Masculinity
In urban, educated America, masculinity is fashionable only with a veneer of irony.
Prologue
For the month of February, each writer’s post will begin with the same line, which we’ve borrowed from Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five. All this happened, more or less. They left me alone in the cabin. Josiah and Charlotte, teenagers of neglect and meth and...
La La Life
Mia, waitress, wants to be an actor; Sebastian, broke musician, wants to own a jazz club. But La La Land’s biggest tension happens outside the screen: an unspoken, unreferenced standoff between itself and the twenty-first century.
Japanude
I got naked with a bunch of old men and tried to figure out how to wash my booty without insulting anyone, and that pretty much sums up my trip to Japan.
Salt and Undertakings
A trip back usually means I’ll carry firewood into the house, splash through mud, and help with some project that involves concrete, sawdust, or grease.
A Song Sadder Than It Used to Be
What could have been? What would have been, always debated. Again and again, the future and now, and tears, but only hers.
the post calvin: selected essays 2013–2016
After three years of publishing daily pieces online, the post calvin is proud to present the post calvin: selected essays. Editors Josh deLacy, Will Montei, Debra Rienstra, and Abby Zwart, along with suggestions from writers, chose pieces that represent the heart of soul of the post calvin.
Why I Believe
I believe because I don’t believe in soundbites, How to Win Friends and Influence People, diets, morals of the story, or myself.
The Tinder Boys
I just realized I met everyone here through Josh’s online dating.