In Defense of the Low Bar: An Ode to Everclear
Kurt Cobain would not approve, but privately I wondered if there wasn’t space for a beloved burnished thing in my new and improved pop pantheon.
Tragic KingdomEnema of the State
So Much for the AfterglowSparkle and Fade
I am still living with your . . . ghost,
Don’t worry, that’s just my heroPlus, I'm pretty sure if he met me in real life, we’d fall in love.
You do what they tell you to do/you say what they say/you try to be everything to everyoneI will never be safe, I will never be sane, I will always be weird inside, I will always be lame.was
wrongwrong“it wasn’t easy for me to be a scared white boy in a black neighborhood.”
Brittany K. Allen is a New York-based writer, performer and library goblin. Her short fiction and essays have been published on The Toast, The Tishman Review, and Green Mountains Review, among other places. Her plays have been heard or developed at The Lark, Ars Nova, and Ensemble Studio Theatre, among other other places. She's a proud member of Youngblood, the award-winning young playwrights collective at Ensemble Studio Theatre.
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