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Mr. Cosby Made Me Do It
Her name is Loretta, and she lives at the end of the road in the house by the pond, on Rambling Lane. Continue Reading Mr. Cosby Made ...
Book Review: Stubborn Archivist, by Yara Rodrigues Fowler
A stylistically complex novel, Stubborn Archivist blends prose poetry and disjointed narratives, the result of which is a novel with a sense of urgency. Continue Reading Book ...
Do not swallow that pill
You’ll drive around the roads of your hometown with their quaint names like River and Church, long black streets with a yellow middle pulling you in and spitting you out ...
The Perils
I don’t remember the kid’s name; the only impression he made on me was his face: scabbed over, crusted with dried blood all across his chin. Continue ...
Movie Review: Samuel Maoz’s Foxtrot
With his Silver Lion winning Foxtrot, Maoz casts an unflinching eye on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Continue Reading Movie Review: Samuel Maoz’s Foxtrot
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Chasing Sakura: 10. School
We had, however, not experienced a moment’s error in Japan’s transport schedules – so far. Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 10. School
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Catholic
In the dark of night she could hear the distant murmurings of a world beyond, a world that was neither here nor there. Continue Reading Catholic
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How are you fine thank you
“Η καρδιά. Yi kardiá. Heart.”
“Η βάρκα. Yi várka. Boat.”
“Η χώρα. Yi hóra. Country.” Continue Reading How are you fine thank you
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You Will Remember the Slugs
You watched him and you would remember him even now, almost like a bad dream. Continue Reading You Will Remember the Slugs
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Ode to our open-minded, modern young men
Forgive them, for they like their women dead Continue Reading Ode to our open-minded, modern young men
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Wallace Went Home
Anyhow, the real reason I brought Wallace up was she dropped out of school, fell off the face of the earth. Continue Reading Wallace Went Home
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A Writing Group, and Horses
What, a friend who came to visit me asked, is a writing group?
It’s just like a barn, I said. Horses. Continue Reading A Writing Group, and Horses
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Bitter, Horned
Watching the bright white van coming into the close like a shout, pulling up with its shouty logo, she feels invaded. Continue Reading Bitter, Horned
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The Card Players: A Noctambulist’s Guide to Florence
For me, the colony of lights that speckle the midnight city is always preferable to the monarchic blaze of the summer sky. Continue Reading The Card Players: ...
Clean
I press my thumb down to try to get one of my men on the screen to tackle one of Danny’s men, but my thumb slips off the controller. ...
The Memsahib of Mazagaon
She seemed more than offended. “After all this time, would I care?” she said Continue Reading The Memsahib of Mazagaon
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Nothing Personal
My grandfather and his best friend made the trip to the coast to find that the only work to be had was picking fruit for ten cents an hour. ...
Tony Donal David me, or, How to make love in 1988
He smells of the day, of work. Proper work. Metal and machinery. Coal. He clears his throat. Continue Reading Tony Donal David me, or, How to make love ...
The Birthday Party
One husband, two sons. Alive. Limbs and faculties intact. I got away with it? Continue Reading The Birthday Party
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Unity
Freedom comes at high costs, and requires plenty of responsibility…Latvia learned this the hard way. And it is a lesson, and a price, my adopted home country of the United ...