I primarily write essays and satire. My work focuses on understanding lived experiences through the lens of humor and pop culture. (It’s more fun than it sounds.) Check out a few of my favorite works to the right, or my full portfolio on Medium!
I am also always looking for opportunities to work with editors, agents, and new publication venues. If you’re interested in having me write for you, let me know!
Harmony Cox is a Midwestern essayist, humorist, and storyteller. She writes about intersections between feminism, pop culture, and personal experience. Her work has appeared in Narratively, Catapult, McSweeneys, Electric Literature, and elsewhere. Her writing has been selected for Narratively’s Top Ten of 2018, Story Club’s Story of the Month, and other honors. She is based in Columbus, Ohio and is a frequent featured performer at local open mics and literary events. She loves dogs, coffee, and writing things for you- yes, especially you.
“It was a neat trick I pulled on myself, tying the red string of my life to a violent, unending soap opera. Wrestling never stops, so I couldn’t stop, and thus I am still here.”
“If there’s a moral here, it’s that we have to accept that there’s a little Godzilla in all of us. And maybe he’s scary at first, and hard to control, and he might torch a few buildings and crush a couple of tanks while you get to know him. But in the right setting, Godzilla can be a hero too.”
“I don’t remember parents who didn’t love me. If anything, they loved me too much, and their love language came deep-fried. It may have hurt me in the long run, but that’s never been a sign that something wasn’t borne from love.”
“We want emerging voices. And by ‘emerging,’ we mean ‘not currently represented by an agent, but still has a well-established following that we can leverage into sales of our journal.’ We define emerging voices as writers that have bylines at three major online publications, ten-thousand followers on Instagram, and at least one significant Twitter beef with Joyce Carol Oates.”
“For just a few dollars a month, you can continue to approach me with whatever the hell is on your mind regardless of context or appropriateness, and I will continue to do the emotional labor required to respond without calling you a privileged, myopic dipshit.”
“So please join me in remembering Gulak the Baby-Eater: not as he was, but as we liked to believe he was. A hero. A patriot. A servant. A person who loved this country. And a person who we have all agreed to celebrate despite the fact he ate babies for nickels at many, many public events.”