BENDING THE TRUTH AT THE LOCAL BRANCH

Gauguin quit the bank at 44. I think it was Gauguin. He always wanted the world to be mesmerized by orange, pink, and the color of the sea drying out on some canvas. It must have been all that mahogany that got him to go. Do I have the right guy? Men and women leave...

Remember the Magic

1. Remember the crimson smoulder of my rage? When the crude tedium of life lacking lustre was too much—or too little—to bear. The echo of my fury knocked against the riverbank—This isn’t how it was supposed to be!…to be!…to be! Your warm mittened hand...

Asheville

It was a couple years ago, in Asheville. My birthday weekend, Greyhound ticket, reservation at a hostel, but only for the first night. I hadn’t thought much past that. It was gulping air in that crowded bus, sitting in September Carolina heat, passing a jackknife on...

The Effect of Tears

Babies lay in the living room-slash-workshop, thrown on dirty blankets or in broken cradles. Babushka watched them by yelling to the others to keep them quiet. Alexia was the only worker without kids, and Viktor laughed about it every time she began to bleed. “Still...

Crush

I have been grinding my teeth in my sleep. I buried my grandfather. I have been waking up at 6am without an alarm clock. I went to the dentist for the first time since my dad left. I am having feelings again. You can replace teeth. I am normally good at ignoring the...

Worms

Those men who, transformed into small worms, multiplied in paths and directions of the square. They pointed their sharp moustaches to the roots of the green trees. The trees have no longer green leaves. And through the historical transformation era, the trees stopped...

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