After you’ve read this poem, place it on your kitchen table From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear; from the bottom, a ...
On June 1, 2020 / By Wendy Drexler“You want to hear about all the times I’ve had tubes shoved up my penis?” There’s a sentence I never thought I would ever speak or write to ...
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On May 7, 2020 / By Susan RichNo figures here but pulse, breath and pressure; no metonymy of fate but a real hand cold upon a real sheet. What could any actor speak more piercing ...
On April 28, 2020 / By Michael Salcman-for Dr. Li Wenliang They muzzled your warning — the virus spread. It killed you, killed the family of generations, and killed those delaying ...
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On April 14, 2020 / By S.L. WisenbergI’m Trying to be a Person on whom nothing is lost. I have ruined several custards with scalding impatience. Not a good ...
On March 31, 2020 / By Rachel AbramowitzDespite the naysayers among my family and friends, I decided to see what was happening in retail. I’d always wanted to sell things when I was a kid. ...
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