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November 14, 2019
New Eras
ASHA THANKI
As fighter jets flew over Kuwait, the star wars of the Cold War relegated to recent memory, astronomers questioned the apparent emptiness of the outer solar system. There had been a long-standing presumption that the outer reaches were entirely devoid of the matter...
As fighter jets flew over Kuwait, the star wars of the Cold War relegated to recent memory, astronomers questioned the apparent emptiness of the outer solar system. There had been a long-standing presumption that the outer reaches were entirely devoid of the matter...
November 13, 2019
Rising Sap (La sève)
MARIE-CLAIRE DEWARRAT
Sunday again. Mondays, oof, she caught her breath. Tuesdays, she cleaned. Wednesdays, she made plans. Thursdays and Fridays, she did her best to carry them out. Saturdays, she took stock of the week’s failures. Then it was Sunday again. It was so banal to hate Sundays. But so what? She had no other passions or hatreds in her life that were any more original than this disgust with Sundays.
Sunday again. Mondays, oof, she caught her breath. Tuesdays, she cleaned. Wednesdays, she made plans. Thursdays and Fridays, she did her best to carry them out. Saturdays, she took stock of the week’s failures. Then it was Sunday again. It was so banal to hate Sundays. But so what? She had no other passions or hatreds in her life that were any more original than this disgust with Sundays.
November 7, 2019
Author Postcard Auction 2019
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November 6, 2019
Dry
James Alan Gill
But here, where everything is stripped clean by wind and sun, and the rain comes only a few times a year—in torrents that spread across the dry earth like water spilled on concrete—the lines between survival and destruction seem thinner and more clearly defined.
But here, where everything is stripped clean by wind and sun, and the rain comes only a few times a year—in torrents that spread across the dry earth like water spilled on concrete—the lines between survival and destruction seem thinner and more clearly defined.
October 29, 2019
Revenge in the Name of All Owls
KATHERINE VAZ
The fifth child of Jorge Primavera and Deolinda Oliveira Primavera was born with a hole in his heart. The doctors said: There is nothing we can do. His father worries about his newborn boy being afraid... For breakfast, crack an egg into a glass of milk and add rock sugar.
The fifth child of Jorge Primavera and Deolinda Oliveira Primavera was born with a hole in his heart. The doctors said: There is nothing we can do. His father worries about his newborn boy being afraid... For breakfast, crack an egg into a glass of milk and add rock sugar.
October 28, 2019
LDR
BERNARD FERGUSON
the great ramble of the roads toward the airport, the flight / up & down the flight of stairs inside the house in which / i work now, inside the city & its parks that sprawl long & point / toward the river, which points toward an ocean...
the great ramble of the roads toward the airport, the flight / up & down the flight of stairs inside the house in which / i work now, inside the city & its parks that sprawl long & point / toward the river, which points toward an ocean...
Eclipsed
JESSAMYN HOPE
This wasn’t an uncommon thought for me, but in the middle of the night death felt less theoretical; its promise lay over my body as plainly as the blanket. That was the one problem with Good Times: the guarantee that they would end.
This wasn’t an uncommon thought for me, but in the middle of the night death felt less theoretical; its promise lay over my body as plainly as the blanket. That was the one problem with Good Times: the guarantee that they would end.
Ana Mendieta Haunts the Block
GABRIELLE LUCILLE FUENTES
At this moment he thinks not of Ana Mendieta, the Cuban American visual and performance artist, enfant terrible of the 1980s New York art scene, dead before her time, her famous artist husband tried and acquitted for her murder.
At this moment he thinks not of Ana Mendieta, the Cuban American visual and performance artist, enfant terrible of the 1980s New York art scene, dead before her time, her famous artist husband tried and acquitted for her murder.
All I Have is What I Have Given Away
SUSAN R. TROCCOLO
On that bright morning in November—the first day I saw her—Anna Lea Lelli wore the outfit that distinguished her on the streets of Rome: a long cape and beret. The beret emphasized her craggy jaw and prominent Roman nose.
On that bright morning in November—the first day I saw her—Anna Lea Lelli wore the outfit that distinguished her on the streets of Rome: a long cape and beret. The beret emphasized her craggy jaw and prominent Roman nose.
