Our Little Problem
byI LAY ON MY THERAPIST’S COUCH, a pillow over my face. “Have you noticed that no one listens to what you say?” she asked me, her voice sympathetic. “Yes,” I…
I LAY ON MY THERAPIST’S COUCH, a pillow over my face. “Have you noticed that no one listens to what you say?” she asked me, her voice sympathetic. “Yes,” I…
Named a Finalist for 2018’s Best of the Net AND THE BOY ACROSS THE FIELD is trying to beat the dog off of his arm, but it won’t un-bite. The…
THE VACCINE WORKED FOR LANEY LAST MONTH. Sores along her neck, arms, and torso ebbed. Her hospital-grade fever broke. When she was sick I sent her an arrangement of fruit….
Pull/Draw HOW IT BEGAN: I TURNED FOURTEEN IN THE YEAR OF THE DOG. My father gave me the devotional book that birthday, a hardbound edition with a cover I pulled…
PAUL KEEPS JENNY’S ASHES IN A GREEN METAL THERMOS that he carries with him wherever he goes. This morning Paul put on his good suit and got on a bus headed…
YOU REALIZE THAT THERE IS NO NEED FOR CLOTHES. Not for you, or the other girls in Bundel House. No matter how hot or cold Delhi gets, there will never be…
Jack Freeman | three poems Anticipation It is for its reality that what is expected is expected. –Heidegger, Being and Time You fluster me. Branches, yet unbroken, must break in…
THE LAST PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES IS ABOUT TO PERFORM. It will be a kind of happening in the style of the late twentieth century. Something physical yet conceptual,…
PRESIDENT MOFO LIVES DOWNTOWN—of course—in post-apocalyptic Manhattan. Which is actually sweet because it resembles the gritty, grimy New York of the 1970s. The apocalypse wasn’t from nuclear war. America, Asia,…
Something is just too funny. I have no idea what it is, because I do not speak Portuguese, just working-class English and a piddling bit of pauvre Francaise. The laughter…