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ONE Two packs of Marlboros a day. Did I write that I tried to cut down my smoking three months ago? Well, at least I am getting that raise at my job. It should pay for the additional two bucks … Continue reading
Purple and black, basic. Those were the colors she prefers. Punk rock years were tartan skirts, ironic band name T-shirts and Doc Martens boots with the correct shoelaces. She had a tennis dress for parental gatherings—cleaning up just enough to … Continue reading
Well-worn paperbacks by Mishima and Trotsky lay on the bed, purchased at the used bookstore on Bleecker Street. There is an inscription in the latter book. Reading the inscription of Trotskyists in love in the mid-1980s motivated me to buy … Continue reading
She took the call when she recognized the number from 40 years of memory. It happened again. Stacy added the tears to a bucket of blackberries from seven years old until after she sent the email to her boss asking … Continue reading
Walking into the house, I appeared to have entered the end of the world. Scanning the bungalow living room, I was disappointed that the apocalypse looked so mundane. In the charmless house with increasingly apparent flaws, I recalled every photograph … Continue reading
I returned from home to a place that wasn’t. This contagion of constantly having to leave, to wander aimlessly is a family thing. I learned it from studying the genealogy. I think this is an inherited trait from the maternal … Continue reading
Mark I When I met Bern she had her hands jammed deep into the pockets of her overalls. They were a size too big, and she had her head down, her brunette bangs and thick eyeglasses hiding her eyes, nervously … Continue reading
I. When Jennifer bent to her left to catch the falling leaf, her wool navy plaid skirt touched the ground, black Madden flats sliding on the wet sidewalk blanketed with autumn’s glory. The first freeze of the season had yet … Continue reading