Regina Cannot Explain It All

I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. I'm a senior editor and reviews coordinator for RT Book Reviews, a Brooklyn-based magazine dedicated to covering women's genre fiction. All opinions are mine.

Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, literature, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, cooking, absurd humor, philosophy and the role of irony in the modern world.

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Fuck. this. rude. asshole.

(via laughterkey)

At that time in my life, for reasons I didn’t understand until later, I didn’t let myself be chosen by men who really wanted me.
I want to be understood,

just not by you.
Charles Bernstein, “Me and My Pharaoh . . .” Poetry (April 2014).  (via literarymiscellany)

(via lifeinpoetry)

we get just what we want, and it alters
us ever after, neither better nor worse
but clearer, with different blood and face.
Marge Piercy, from “Love Like A Ticking Bomb (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)






a stallion riding a stallion



This looks like a Mommy-Porn book cover

^ and?????

I hate myself for finding this attractive.

Say alone. Forty times. Pair it with
the desert. Say it. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Say the words plain, she says. Say it plain.
Say it outright. Alone. Don’t get poetic.
Say I. Say me. Say I am alone. Own it. I am alone.
Jeanann Verlee, from “The Session (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

You appear to be a carefree, independent, globe-trotting academic—the living, breathing dream of every flinchy motherfucker on earth. You seem tough and engaged in what you do—and why shouldn’t you? You ARE tough. You ARE fully engaged with your work. You DO love your life.

But you’re also something else. You’re also soft and squishy and you hate that part of yourself. When the softness comes out, there’s anger there. You’re ashamed. You serve up your softness with shame because that’s what you were taught to do when you were little. “This is not how you make friends, I know that. This is how you make people hate you,” you say, in tears. “I know I’m gross. I know you don’t want this.”

But it’s not JUST that you’re serving up softness with a grimace and saying, “YOU WILL HATE THE TASTE OF THIS, LET ME APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.” No. It’s also that you’re always in the company of some dude who doesn’t like vulnerability. You date guys who see vulnerability—which is the very heart and soul of who you are—as weakness. You are with a guy who takes the very best of you, the rawest and most sincere essence of you, and he says, “I don’t like this clingy thing you do. I know your history with your parents. I can understand why my indifference feels like rejection. But I don’t care. This clingy thing is inconvenient to me, so you should stomp it into submission.”

Are you guys tired of me linking these because it’s too bad, they’re really fucking great, why isn’t there a book of these, someone give Heather a book deal, you swine.

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The Poetica podcast


Ben Whishaw reading “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. I’ve never heard the strange, tender, spooky heart of it quite so clearly.

(My audio edit from the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)

Can Ben Whishaw do anything without grace and beauty? A: Nope.

(via lifeinpoetry)

How sad to have lost you, to have lost
any chance of actually knowing you
or remembering you over time
as a real person, as someone I could have grown
deeply attached to […]
Louise Glück, from “A Journal (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)


MARY FUCKING SHELLEY. ’oh, i’m a nineteen year old female in a world where females are basically valued only as mothers, grieving over the loss of my child, disowned by my father, in dire financial straights, stuck in a country that’s not my own, ignored and cheated on by my…