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… I am growing & I find this frightful that my body will become too large to live here comfortably. The earth opens for me as I always knew it … a willful child, a little bruised & if I go out I will die dreaming. IV. I had forgotten the small news of the …
Fiction
… envisioned a spray-tanned public-relations major at a local community college. She pictured the girl’s manicured nails … squat brown men in huge sombreros—serenaded them. Kate studied the girls’ faces, wondering which one was the owner of … but that had since become the backdrop to Pepsi commercials. It was a small thing, but it irritated her, the music …
Fiction
… It’s warm for a day, then turns cold again. Zeke teaches composition in a windowless classroom. His new wife, Katie, … obligatory update. Mom is doing fine. So are Pelly and Eddie. Everyone great. It’s hot here. Brewers still suck. … in trouble. Zeke looks at Pelly when she comes in and then points at the Ziploc bag. “Aw, come on, Pelly, it’s pizza …
Criticism
… how to navigate it, this endless stream of content, digital companions, and e-communiques becomes more numerous and … terms). He was joking, of course, but there was also some truth there, a frustrating and niggling feeling … or greater ambitions. We create mash-ups, not epics; parodies, not song cycles; memes, not disciplines. In the last …
Poetry
… when we got there, not in this life. 3. Even the TV crew come to tape the rippling athletes seems drawn to the water. … on the pier-posts, wings drawn out to dry. How strong the bodies of the young, flexing their arms, pointing toes sunward …
Fiction
… with what he’d hauled, the cabin felt bare. The electric company had yet to switch on the power, and camp lanterns … steaks in a skillet. Vernon and Johnny had been boyhood pals, but had grown out of touch over the years, their lives … it, but I’m done there.” “Apology?” Johnny asked. “Your boy dies in the war, and them good Christian folk chase you off. …