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Marlo’s Jacket

Marlo’s Jacket

By the time the paramedics arrived, Marlo had already been gone for nearly an hour. No one blamed Noah. There were empty prescription bottles on the nightstand, a handwritten letter folded neatly beside a wedding photograph, and fifteen years of evidence that Marlo...

Nocturne

Nocturne

In a city not so different from yours, there lived a woman who lost her sleep. Such a struggle is not unusual, and there are ways to ameliorate this loss; there are neurostimulants to combat daytime fatigue and neurodepressants that dull the senses, induce a stupor...

where we come from

where we come from

where we come from In a world full of strangerswe all need to come from somewhereI let my weight drip onto the floora hole so deep                                                                                                                                    I...

Couples Therapy

Couples Therapy

Ellen pulled down the sun visor mirror. It was evening and the little bulb wasn’t bright enough to apply eyeliner so she tapped the cabin light. It’s only fifteen minutes to the restaurant, Rob said. You couldn’t do that before we left? You’ll lose an eye if I hit a...

Chaconne

Chaconne

what blood I strained over Bach’s Chaconne,threshing the damasked wolf tonesfrom the ironical and huge second movement as boats of yew, with gelid boughs of redyewberries turned pale and dark at once,broke the tenséd tent of the Irish sea and “we wanted as much to see...

Where I’m Allowed to Live

Where I’m Allowed to Live

I didn’t like that house from the moment I saw it. It was painted an awkward green military color that looked forced onto it. The door was a clashing, fresh blood red. The porch light glared like a police spotlight. At least I didn’t live there. After holding my...

I Hate Girls Club, Fourth Grade

I Hate Girls Club, Fourth Grade

My career as a girl began with my own sex rejecting me. I was the new second grader at Christian Academy in Japan, and a piggish American girl named Chelsea, with chocolate perpetually smeared across her facial regions, singled me out almost immediately. Chelsea had...

Old Books

Old Books

     As a college student, I formed the habit of buying old books. They were everywhere in Boston in the 1970s. A few years later, the streets of New York teemed with old books, laid on the steps of a brownstone, on a blanket on the sidewalk, or...