Monday, March 29th, 2010
“Riptide” by Melanie Wright
Melanie Wright RIPTIDE Breath through the windpipe makes a special sound, a kind of gurgle when the throat is cut, as blood seeps into airways that once were round now flattened by fingers holding her mouth shut. I count the blare of foghorn: one, then two. At three she stops her writhing, shoulders slump. I [...]
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Saturday, March 27th, 2010
“My Father’s Painting” by Bryan Walpert
Bryan Walpert MY FATHER’S PAINTING Three boats head east toward the docks, another to sea, two figures aboard, as the sun brushes its dusky violet on the wakes and trails, my father’s signature a buoy in the water. He hasn’t sailed as long as I can remember, though I heard him mention once a failed [...]
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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
“We Suggest You Start Talking Immediately” by Evan Rail
Evan Rail WE SUGGEST YOU START TALKING IMMEDIATELY Anyone can become a police. —Martin Amis Even here, even tonight, in this just-used borrowed bedroom, either of us could be a policeman kicking down the closed doors of alibis, of our lies. Each of us could investigate the case back to its origin: the modus operandi, [...]
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Saturday, November 21st, 2009
“Considering My Silence: On Not Writing in the Jungles of Papua, Indonesia” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell CONSIDERING MY SILENCE: ON NOT WRITING IN THE JUNGLES OF PAPUA, INDONESIA “Between thought and expression there lies a lifetime.” —Lou Reed In the jungle you have only bound horizons. For a time it seemed that the jungle had swallowed me Jonah-like and whole. I existed somewhere between private expectation and unheralded oblivion—out [...]
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Friday, November 13th, 2009
“How Beautifully Your Fire Burns” by Iustin Panta
Iustin Panta —translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Mircea Ivanescu HOW BEAUTIFULLY YOUR FIRE BURNS After I put some more logs on the fire in the fireplace she said, “How beautifully your fire burns.” We sat for a while and talked about simple things. [...]
