You spend the winter telling me it’s almost summer. (Nonfiction)
Tag: acm
If countries were people, we wouldn’t invite them to our parties because they are too monstrous, Robin Hemley tells Julia Lieblich.
My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
everything we could stand to lose to the devil/
“I’m a big fan of letting people enjoy things,” a Twitter user named Sherryis washingherhands…
This is the day I am told I’m not essential. “I am too,” I say.
I had to be in lockdown with a soon-to-be-ex-husband.
A trifecta of trilliums, a triplicity of trilliums.
Hunter said she aims to “visually discuss law and society in slavery and racism through physical spaces.”
What does it mean when most of your countrymen live in Moscow or Los Angeles? (Fiction)
Once, existence was on/full speed, catching rumors.
(Nonfiction) We don’t know names, on our street.
his desire heated to almost a reckoning, and I
I waited for a stimulus check that I doubted would come.
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
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.”
“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.
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
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.”
I assume everyone is wondering when we’ll get to that third cup of wine.
Cash has grown more tattered than usual.
I saw you, Allen Ginsberg, gloveless.
We still can’t believe there’s nothing there at all but ugly. We feel woozy in his rank backwind.
I say aloud, I want to love.
I get pulled over for speeding.
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches/ and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit
“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.”
