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Tag: acm
“I often wondered about the effect of living with no windows.”
(fiction)
“Firing Squad, Convergence, Jackson Pollock”
“Metronome Maple & Betye Saar”
“A Late Exam at the River Lethe”
“Palinode”
“Canto XXXIII”
“Canto XXXVI”
1. In a commercial, a Chinese-American laundry owner promotes an “ancient Chinese secret” and his wife…
yet sometimes a child’s song, key to something / that is not, surely not, nothing, as after Patroklos is speared. (Jewish poetry)
[More than a year after COVID’s US arrival, ACM looks back.]
I can tell you that I saw an old couple walking their dog. Have I never seen this before?
(nonfiction)
content warning: rape and other violent assault
At the toll, I ask, Is the tunnel very long? I’m claustrophobic in tunnels, enclosed spaces. Can’t even drive a car into a car wash.
(nonfiction)
With each video, I knew Pete was getting closer to his death. I never believed he would make it out alive.
(nonfiction)
She’d come to California a couple weeks before, staying with her brother, reminding me of how my mom relied, at times, on my Uncle Ken.
(nonfiction)
On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund.
(poetry)
The invisible turns home into battlegrounds and destroys the romance between man and woman. These details never make it to history books.
(nonfiction)
You spend the winter telling me it’s almost summer.
(nonfiction)
My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
(nonfiction)
everything we could stand to lose to the devil
(poetry)
“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.
(nonfiction)
A trifecta of trilliums, a triplicity of trilliums.
(nonfiction)
Hunter said she aims to “visually discuss law and society in slavery and racism through physical spaces.”
(The Loop)
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)
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
(nonfiction)
