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Three Poems By Nick Carbo

AFFAIR You: white Deborah Kerr singing that song from the King and I—Thai kids crowd in rings, to know you. Me: Yul Brynner hands on hips, falling in love—etc, etc, etc, etc. Think flow, drum hearts, gongs. Drama: a bit too much for your husband to...

Nick Carbo
Corpus Christi, TX
07/15/2019
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Mary Miller Interview

Louis McDonald, Jr. makes a wrong turn on the way to pick up his diabetes medicine at Walmart, and ends up adopting a spirited Border Collie mix. This is the inciting incident in Biloxi, Mary Miller’s second novel, a laugh-out-loud funny, heart...

Ellie Paolini
Austin, TX
07/09/2019
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Funeral in Barcelona

In November, 1975, my ship, the USS El Paso, made a scheduled port call in Barcelona. I was excited. I’d never been there, and seeing such sights (along with escaping my Midwestern hometown) was a big part of why I’d enlisted. Almost immediately...

Michael White
07/02/2019

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Three Poems By Nick Carbo

AFFAIR You: white Deborah Kerr singing that song from the King and I—Thai kids crowd in rings, to know you. Me: Yul Brynner hands on hips, falling in love—etc, etc, etc, etc. Think flow, drum hearts, gongs. Drama: a bit too much for your husband to...

Nick Carbo
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Mary Miller Interview

Louis McDonald, Jr. makes a wrong turn on the way to pick up his diabetes medicine at Walmart, and ends up adopting a spirited Border Collie mix. This is the inciting incident in Biloxi, Mary Miller’s second novel, a laugh-out-loud funny, heart...

Ellie Paolini
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Funeral in Barcelona

In November, 1975, my ship, the USS El Paso, made a scheduled port call in Barcelona. I was excited. I’d never been there, and seeing such sights (along with escaping my Midwestern hometown) was a big part of why I’d enlisted. Almost immediately...

Michael White
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Cassandra

watches people stumble down the street talking loudly to people who aren’t there. Cassandra knows she’s or they’re under an enchantment. Hard to see its exact shape. The hot parts hotter, vineyards aflame. Cities underwater. Archipelagos of plastic...

Barbara Ungar
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Stonewall at 50: Still Making Our Place

“We have to read this new book for book club,” my friend Michael told me during a fall afternoon call in 1994, back when people still telephoned each other without texting first. I was 32 and Michael was a role model for me at the time – in his...

Dave Singleton
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Please Leave a Message After the Tone

  1. Hello, this is June Finley of the Internal Revenue Service calling for Dawn and Bill Cramer. I am calling because we have discovered a significant problem with your federal income tax return.  To correct this problem, you must call us back...

Christine Sneed
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Three Poems By Jill McDonough

The Serious Downer I tell Josey when she dies I am going to eat her face before I call the cops. They’ll be on their way to pick up her dead body and I won’t be able to stop, finally able to bite adorable chunks of her perfect cheeks, gnaw on the...

Jill McDonough
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WASHINGTON—White House Chief of Staff John Kelly hangs his head during heated Charlottesville press conference The most compelling thing I’d seen in a long time. Sound coming from the video, the president —some very fine people on all sides— I can’t...

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