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March 7, 2020
“When There’s Killing,” “Don’t Wake Me,” “The Stopwatch Writes,” and Other Poems
When There's Killing He knows it's not a fairytale world in which pigs dance, cows sing. He's grown into his father's toughness and his wile's…
March 7, 2020
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 10: Drama Studio
Young Voices I got into the literary circle “Young Voices” thanks to Genka Pantyukhov, my classmate and the son of a physics teacher. We were fond of…
March 6, 2020
To the Women Whose Names Start with the Letter A
“For the first five years of my life, I was a nudist,” is what Adelaide’s opening line of her college application read. I wish I could have thought…
March 6, 2020
The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 16: The Restaurant
All three of us caffeine-fueled officers of the law left the Toast and made our way on a four-hour road trip. By the time we arrived at the Singapore…
March 5, 2020
“Understudy,” “Birds and a Basketball Court,” “Out to See,” and Other Poems
Understudy You imagining every Craigslist missed connection as something you wrote, reaching out to find a future (not past) version of yourself.…
March 5, 2020
Larry Grank Saves the Kilogram
I received a letter in the mail, which was strange because nobody knows my address. I took the envelope inside, protected my body by donning a gas…
March 4, 2020
“Pollock Paints ‘Reflection of the Big Dipper,'” “Because There is No Such Thing as a Post-War Poem,” “In the Real World,” and Other Poems
pollack paints 'reflection of the big dipper' the sun too bright on saturday afternoon and nothing i say worth believing listen i love you i'm……
March 4, 2020
6 to 6: And Deliver Us from the Vikings, Amen
A flashlight comes on in the dark. The light defines the motions of a man’s hand as he rises to his feet. The light lands here and there on empty…
March 3, 2020
Underhill, Part 2
II. "To reject nihilism is the beginning of virtue." --- Anonymous Charles Dickens began his novel A Tale of Two Cities with the famous line “it was…
March 2, 2020
Fire
Laura stood at her window in the forest hut watching a jaundiced sky. The bats and the crows flew in uncertain directions at dusk. There was a blaze…