Pangyrus

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The Way Things Are

… And, in the spring— as soon as possible, when the ground was just warming, the snow melting down all the sewers and into the ponds and the ...
On August 4, 2020 / By Susan Volchok
In Sickness and In Health 0
Ghazal in the Year of Corona

What can I do to stay clear of Corona? How can I not draw too near to Corona? Praying that someday we’ll all meet again And not ...
On August 2, 2020 / By Lesléa Newman
Poetry 0
Appliances

On Tuesday the latch knob hurtles off the toaster, startles me, small silver bullet of the morning. On Wednesday, pressing down the lever, I flinch and take a ...
On August 1, 2020 / By Meg Yardley
Fiction 0
The Robot in the Closet

The night of the first expulsion, I asked the robot in my closet what to do. Usually when I asked him a question about the meaning of life, ...
On July 30, 2020 / By Shana Ashar
Poetry 0
I Likened Her Hair to a River

I never thought I would go through with a one-night stand. Not because I’m religious; although I did die with salvation on the cross that day I stole ...
On July 28, 2020 / By Myron Michael
Essay & Memoir 0
Reciprocal Identities

I admit a degree of relief that my youngest daughter is so different from me. My bookshelves are lined with novels and two editions of The Norton Anthology ...
On July 26, 2020 / By Andrea Caswell

In Sickness and In Health 0
Ghazal in the Year of Corona

What can I do to stay clear of Corona? How can I not draw too near to Corona? Praying that someday we’ll all meet again And not ...
On August 2, 2020 / By Lesléa Newman
Poetry 0
Appliances

On Tuesday the latch knob hurtles off the toaster, startles me, small silver bullet of the morning. On Wednesday, pressing down the lever, I flinch and take a ...
On August 1, 2020 / By Meg Yardley
Poetry 0
I Likened Her Hair to a River

I never thought I would go through with a one-night stand. Not because I’m religious; although I did die with salvation on the cross that day I stole ...
On July 28, 2020 / By Myron Michael

Fiction 0
The Way Things Are

… And, in the spring— as soon as possible, when the ground was just warming, the snow melting down all the sewers and into the ponds and the ...
On August 4, 2020 / By Susan Volchok
Fiction 0
The Robot in the Closet

The night of the first expulsion, I asked the robot in my closet what to do. Usually when I asked him a question about the meaning of life, ...
On July 30, 2020 / By Shana Ashar
Fiction 0
Lamplight on the River

I unfolded the fading black and red dhurrie on the floor and placed my sitar on it. My grandmother shuffled to the sofa, sat and picked up one ...
On July 23, 2020 / By Shanti Thirumalai

Ideas 0
Reading Sontag When Life is Sci-Fi

I’ve never been able to read much non-fiction, always lamented my impatience for it. And yet now I find I’m unable to put down Sontag’s collection from the ...
On June 23, 2020 / By Jasmine Sealy
Essay & Memoir 0
Diastema: The Spaces Between

I’ve had a sizable gap between my two front teeth for my entire life, and for most of it, I’ve wanted to get rid of it. Or I’ve ...
On May 24, 2020 / By Marcella Yakalis
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The Novel I Will Never Write: A Screed by Gabe Cohen

The protagonist of the novel I will never write is kind of like me. Except more articulate. And cleverer. And a bit more handsome. And, if I’m real ...
On April 17, 2020 / By E. Thomas Finan