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Elizabeth Atherton

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I just saw the pdf of the new @beaconquarterly and I truly can’t believe how good it looks. This is the sort of publication I’ve always wanted to appear in—when I was a little girl my mom would bring piles and piles of fashion magazines home from her work: foreign Vogues, underground Thai design, Japanese street style. I wanted literary magazines that looked as cool as those. Finally that’s happening. Pre-order your issue now to read my excellent ultra-short, “The Dweller”. #printisnotdead #literarymagazine #independentpublishing
Time for you to read about a coyote. Link in bio
From The Vaults: prom photos which I have never seen in full res! I wore purple ballerina flats and a purple orchid in my hair
Once I worked in a Lush in the mall. I was a seasonal representative or a seasonal salesperson or something. It meant that I worked there for the holiday shopping season. A few weeks into the job I got the go-ahead from a project I’d pitched an essay to. I’d been waiting months to hear back from them, and when they did get in touch they needed a rapid turnaround. So I sold soap in my Brandy Melville black shirt and skirt and my Michael Kors black heels all of which would be absolutely puffing with superscented dust when I walked out of there, like Pig Pen from Charlie Brown, and on break I’d take my binder to the food court and I’d sit there working as fast and as well as I could. One time I became aware that the food court had become quieter than usual. This would be probably the second week of December, so you can imagine what it was usually like. Almost as soon as I started thinking Wonder why the place has emptied out, a security guard comes up to me and asks if I could describe anybody. I say Uh wuh huh? I look around and I’m the only one at a table. There are people standing against the shops on either side looking at me. I say to the guy, “I’m just working.” Some young guys had had a legitimate fist-fight in the food court, by the Peet’s trolley. One of them bapped the other guy’s head on a table like they do in movies.
Drawing from a few weeks ago / page from Saturday, waiting for Zoom today
Tourists taking photos
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