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)
