She stood at the window and watched me. How long she had waited for me to wake up I dared not ask, nor could she have answered, her jaws woven […]
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Poetry
Still Life with Half a Coconut Cake, a Golden Retriever, and The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Connor & The Worst Peanuts in Town
Jack, today I played fast-and-loose with a bottle of Prosecco and a coconut cake, and now, an hour later, I’ve got my knees tucked to my chest because it […]
Read More1. JK He was always the smallest, in any room, “an Atom of a man” somebody said (the word existed then, although not in our later sense); but spunky, quick […]
Read MoreMy garrulous neighbor, Walter—a red-nosed U.S. Army Major (retired)—gives me books, volumes that he snatches up at the occasional library inventory purges at the University of Idaho, where I teach. […]
Read MoreThe white peaches announce themselves on the kitchen counter, quick scent flinting alight the worm-eaten dawn, the clean-edged note almost mineral, so unlike the vague, pulpy yellow of girlhood: […]
Read MoreMy father was on his long taxi journey when my mother said she might have a crush on someone. “Someone who doesn’t do quixotic things for quick money,” she flounced. […]
Read MoreThe other day, for no particular reason I can think of, I mentioned to my middle-aged daughter in conversation that I had been cleared for “secret” when I was in […]
Read MoreWhen we asked Christopher Merrill—a portion of whose prose collaboration with Marvin Bell appears in our Winter 2013 issue—to tell us what he had been reading as of late, he […]
Read More—After Gwendolyn Brooks’s “We Real Cool,” with thanks to Terrance Hayes My friend said I wasn’t fat but she was, and we would go on that way, […]
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