Tag Archives: Brian Fanelli

First Day Student

He roams down the hall, lost and listless like other first day students with campus maps stuffed in their pocket, his black and gold varsity jacket puffed out like armor, as though he’s still on the field, where cheerleaders screamed … Continue reading

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Listening to the Neighbors

The wife next door shrieks at her husband, her voice shrill enough to jolt us from sleep as we press our ears to paper walls, attentive like boxing fans waiting for the final blow, a K.O. I imagine her face … Continue reading

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