Tag Archives: Mark Crimmins

The Great Negation

He wasn’t the kind of person to give explanations, so for instance if you found him sitting on the bench he thought of as his and asked him what he was up to he’d just say he was sitting there … Continue reading

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City Girl

She wasn’t one of these people who screw people over (or even just screw them) for no reason whatsoever—she’d met a few people who were like that, and she wasn’t about to make that mistake again, hanging out with people … Continue reading

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Montreal Refraction

After the education program’s Lifestyle Break—just as collective bargaining workshops are beginning—you escape. Now you are no longer sitting in a conference room of Le Reine Élizabeth but standing in the concourse of the Gare Centrale, leaning against a low … Continue reading

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Lines Written on a Mall Parking Lot Bench in Mesquite, Nevada

Your American safari’s trusty copilot inside the Smiths 24-Hour Food and Drug Center behind you printing photographs of cacti and sages and shrubs, you sit here and—resting your plain notebook on your Made-in-China clipboard—write: that you probably won’t ever sit … Continue reading

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