Monthly Archives: July 2017

Torch

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Six

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother and father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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Scripture

To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.

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Flint

   I also saw Anya on that trip, though our meeting was unplanned. I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and a bright green tank-top walking in my … Continue reading

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Second-Hand

We, as time-worn saboteurs, engage the history of scabs and locks, resetting old wounds to the hands of a busted clock.

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Wish You Were Here

Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.

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The Killers at Red’s

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations appearing in Riot Material. Joe pushed open the door and a bell sang. Max followed Joe into Red’s. The men’s dark hats and trenchcoats were beaded in snow. Joe took off his hat and waved it … Continue reading

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Review of The Girl

Review of Meridel Le Sueur’s The Girl, appearing in Riot Material. “The Girl is set in St. Paul, Minnesota, during the Depression, with much of its action centered in a speakeasy known as The German Village. This is where the protagonist, a … Continue reading

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Pledge

It is like stalking thin, haunted air, and forever coming up empty, she, the dark lady, a shallow fret, the one who will surely bring you to grief. This you knew, and craved, as soon as you laid eyes on … Continue reading

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Tow

Grief, its memory a river bound to a course inveighing a volatile tow.

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