on its way to a hip’s ball / and socket
(poetry)
What does it mean when most of your countrymen live in Moscow or Los Angeles?
(fiction)
Once, existence was on / full speed, catching rumors.
(poetry)
We don’t know names, on our street.
(nonfiction)
The glass is how / we can see
(nonfiction)
his desire heated to almost a reckoning, and I
(nonfiction)
I waited for a stimulus check that I doubted would come.
(nonfiction)
“The White Envelope (1975)” by Catherine Cusset, translated from the French by Armine Kotin Mortimer
All night long, Elena tossed and turned on her thin mattress and listened to . . . the coughs, the laughs, the sobs, and the whispers of all these poor people who had the same hopes as they did.
(fiction)
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
(nonfiction)
OK is two empty letters, trapped in a meaningless alphabet, created by those who had vision, who thought we could do better than we were doing.
(drama)
Reviewer Matt Meade writes, “These sixty or so mean little tales come across as dispatches from some strange world, as if Grimms’ fairy tales all took place in a moldy locker room.”
(review)
I don’t see what you could do, unless you want to pay for a hotel room.
Social distancing is a luxury only for the rich.
(nonfiction)
So they invoked God to bless their spreadsheet. Some said God said those words were His . . . And others said God never really said that.
(fiction)
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
(nonfiction)
Although Donald Trump is never mentioned in his new book, “King of Confidence,” Miles Harvey admits the current president “hangs over every sentence in the book.” An interview by Donald G. Evans
“I loved this book immensely,” writes reviewer Alina Stefanescu. “I have nothing to compare it to outside that love.”
(review)
I assume everyone is wondering when we’ll get to that third cup of wine.
(nonfiction)
Cash has grown more tattered than usual.
(nonfiction)
I saw you, Allen Ginsberg, gloveless.
(nonfiction)
We still can’t believe there’s nothing there at all but ugly. We feel woozy in his rank backwind.
(The Loop)
The terrified revolutionaries binge on Netflix.
(nonfiction)
I say aloud, I want to love.
I get pulled over for speeding.
(nonfiction)
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches / and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit (poetry)
“John McNally’s new story collection has reenergized me as a reader and a writer,” writes reviewer Glenn Deutsch, “and I fully expect it will exert those powers on you.”
(review)
Every day: a penguin story.
(nonfiction)
Before the virus, we would kiss in our kitchen after the kids left for school.
(nonfiction)
You were a good liar because you lied to yourself.
(nonfiction)
I answered phone calls from my mother every two hours, so she could “check your voice for corona.”
(nonfiction)
Cut right in the middle
(poetry)
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