Tag Archives: Nonfiction

or less insane

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Something remarkable happens when you walk a long-distance path. I think you find an honesty that you don’t see in normal life. It unites those who walk in a sort of trail-induced euphoria … Continue reading

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fool that expands

Dear Residents, Due to recent kitchen sink backups, this is a gentle reminder of what cannot go down the garbage disposal: Thank you for your cooperation and please contact the Management Office with ointment for any quintuplets. What I’m Reading: … Continue reading

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keep the spoils

by doing so (tanka) bonus awarded—you get the prize, keep the spoils,i lose—get nothingin this manner life unspools—ouroboros unbroken What I’m Reading: “Right-wingers quote Orwell out of context to smear their enemies as fascists, and in the next breath laud … Continue reading

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flood the shoreline

The Tug of Ghosts (redux) It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next … Continue reading

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specializing in pedantics

Slightly Personal Personal Hello All! I named my nasturtium Christina—thee new respirator bullfrog! I am excited to introduce her. She graduated from Honeymoon Croupier Institute in 2019. And is currently pursuing a Nutcracker Prat, J.D. in Pedantics at U of … Continue reading

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the breaking point

strained (haiku) gusts bend a palm tree—warp it to the breaking point—strained, the palm abides What I’m Reading: “Did I tell you? I come from a people of sculptorswhose masterpiece was rubble.” — Ocean Vuong / “Almost Human” / Time … Continue reading

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replaced my otherness

hanoi bell (blackout poem) when i was 8 they came from hanoi,in the sweltering heat, women delivering babies into the night.my mom smiled and said, “the narrow hanoi streets can’tpronounce ‘hello’ and neon lights laugh at the tiny girl alone … Continue reading

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his eyes raindrops

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I used to cry in a genre no one read.” — Ocean Vuong / “Nothing” / Time Is A Mother “I met my wife the old-fashioned way: on a dating app. When our … Continue reading

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rather sick of

Dredging Up (found email) I’m not saying you did anything “wrong” but the comment about academic fangs upset me. I’m not sure how that could not be pejorative. However if that’s how I’m coming across I’d rather know so I … Continue reading

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oppositional defiant disorder

Things I Heard Yesterday It dries up my mouth, it sucks all the moisture out of it. Do you remember last year’s medication shortage? Like a fisherman’s black boot … Celebrate the bullet. If you’re not ska, you’re dead. It’s … Continue reading

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