Memoir Mixtapes Vol.8, Track 2

That Weekend We Listened to The Cliks on a Loft Bed by Alex Clark

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About the author:
Alex Clark is a trans-masculine essayist, poet, performer, and visual artist who lives in Marquette, Michigan. His non-fiction image/text hybrid, A Fractured Atlas, was selected as runner up in Booth’s 2018 non-fiction pop-up contest. His work also received an honorable mention in Storm Cellar’s 2016 Force Majeure flash contest, and was selected for Crab Fat Magazine’s Best of Year Four Anthology (print). Other essays and poetry can be found or are forthcoming in Booth (print and online), Crab Fat online, Awkward Mermaid, Foliate Oak, and Barking Sycamores.

Memoir Mixtapes Vol.8, Track 1

On “Almaz Men Eda New” by Mahfoud Ahmed by Margarita Serafimova

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About the author:

Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017, Summer Literary Seminars Poetry Contest 2018 and the University Centre Grimsby International Literary Prize 2018; long-listed for the Erbacce Press Poetry Prize 2018 and the Red Wheelbarrow 2018 Prize, and nominated for Best of the Net 2018. She has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip, Waxwing, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, A-Minor, Poetry South, Great Weather for Media, Orbis, Nixes Mate, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Mookychick, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, Writing Disorder, Birds We Piled Loosely, Orbis, Chronogram, Noble/ Gas, Origins, The Journal, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, Blue Mountain Review, Califragile, TAYO, Squawk Back, Guttural, Punch, Tuck, Ginosko, etc. Visit:

Ashley Recommends: “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo

Lizzo has ruined my life and I am here to tell you I have never been happier.

To say I have played this song a million times is an understatement. At this point, the sole purpose of my Spotify is to ensure I have a constant feed of “Truth Hurts” funneling into my ears. No other song seems to matter to me right now, which is why I’m here. To infect the masses.

This commanding anthem of power is equivalent to the buzz of that first hour of drinking; that sweet hum of confidence shrouded in a thin veil of invincibility. Lizzo gets your hands and your heart rate up with the fact that vulnerability does not break a bad bitch. In fact, it makes a bad bitch even badder. Go ahead with your crying crazy and your boy problems. You’re a fucking goddess regardless.

Gift this song to your little sister or brother who is struggling with, what the youths of today refer to as, a “fuckboy.” Blast this song alone in your car and feed your soul. Play this shit in the kitchen while you’re watching your husband make dinner and in between verses, remind him that you are 100% “That Bitch” and he’s lucky you don’t have a new man on the Minnesota Vikings.

(Song recommendation by Ashley Green)