I wanted to be in the mountains when it happened.
Author: Another Chicago Magazine
America ignored dogs
splinters floods tears/the people who’ve had citizenship for/over a hundred years.
“‘Desire and Dust’ is an incredible collection of work,” writes reviewer Mike Corrao, “seamlessly blending distinct mediums into one cohesive tome.”
Every day they would wash all surfaces with carbolic soap.
A month will become a year.
If I come across someone I make sure I am the first to ask about the screams.
We hold our breath, if the road’s too narrow.
We take an image of your chest each day.
With ISIS defeated and the conflict in Syria dwindling, this should have been a bustling season.
When she tires of reading, she comes over to burp in my ear.
“I wonder where we go when we die,” Calvin once said to Hobbes.
So if Henry is neither in the woods, nor alone, what exactly, is he doing?
The earthquake woke us on the sixth day of the pandemic.
“The nationalist is mired,” writes reviewer David Kirby. “But the patriot is in motion, which may explain why Marcus’s prose tears along at a breakneck pace and then collapses in exhaustion.”
Ritter and her companions rely on seals they shoot for survival.
They’re always baking, said The Stand Mixer.
Rural populations tend to have higher rates per capita of the elderly, disabled, and people with other health problems.
A sedative floods her veins…
You know the one we mean.
So many notes on a violin resonate with open strings that I aim to make as many notes as possible luminous….
When I borrowed his car, Rush Limbaugh’s scraping bass would erupt at full volume….
I tried folding up and taping a Siemens vacuum cleaner bag over my mouth and nose, something The Wirecutter said to use only under “desperate” circumstances.
And not one protection/ has come to them/ nothing sound.
“‘The Deep,'” writes reviewer D.M. Kiely, is “a harrowing fantasy epic of hate and war, and a gentle, nervous love story.”
There are only two things I can think about right now. One, a Carolina wren…
Width of a queen-size mattress: five feet
Last week, we had a grammar unit on expressing desires and regrets. I wish, we hope, if only.
I count the bodies and try to make sense of the math: 144,926 is not a lucky number.
