VIDEO: Kaylie Jones Interviews Bill Landauer

Watch Kaylie Jones talk to Bill Landauer about his new book We Are All Crew, the latest e-first release from our Kaylie Jones Books imprint.

Limited Edition Signed Preorder of What Else Is in the Teaches of Peaches is Now Live!

Peaches fans, now’s your chance to preorder What Else Is in the Teaches of Peaches! This special package also includes a SIGNED print and a limited edition Peaches “Grillz” necklace.

“What Mothers Do” by Bill Butler

As a five-year-old, I didn’t know how poor we were. We had just moved to Manhattan and knew no one in the city . . .

“Moment of Truth” by Frank Possemato

The blood’s flowing so loud through my temples I’m worried they can hear it on the other side of the door . . .

“Weed and Liquor, Never Sicker” by Emeka Patrick

There was a reason I only smoked weed occasionally after college—and it wasn’t just due to that one Hash Bash where I smoked too much and momentarily passed out . . .

Spotlight on AFROPUNK

To celebrate the release of The Lost Treasures of R&B — the latest in Nelson George’s acclaimed D Hunter mystery series — we’re pleased to bring you a spotlight on AFROPUNK, a cultural movement celebrating alternative black culture.

“Safe to Cry” by Nyaboke Nduati

In my mind I could hear the phone ringing, but my eyes were fixated on the first page of a chapter in my thesis that needed work. All I could think about was how sick I was of that thesis. It all seemed pointless. None of the contents of this two hundred–page document was going to change the world in the slightest way . . .

“The Girl Who Died Twice” by Sharyn Kolberg

They say she was buried alive. Rufina Cambaceres was a great beauty on the eve of her nineteenth birthday when a friend whispered in her ear a terrible secret: Rufina’s beloved fiancé was having an affair with Rufina’s own mother. Rufina collapsed to the floor. Three doctors declared her dead; they did not know her heart still beat, however slowly.

She was interred until a few days later, when workers heard her scream. When they unburied her there were scratches on her face and on the coffin lid from her attempts to escape. They were too late to save her. Her mother then had her laid above ground in a white marble mausoleum, her coffin behind a glass wall so that if the lid should ever rise again, everyone could see . . .

“Yoga Bitch” by Kathleen McElligott

I’ve maxed out my credit cards. I got fired. I only leave the house for organic food—and yoga . . .