Don’t cut my leathers.
“Peacetime” by Luke Mogelson (2015)
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Don’t cut my leathers.
“Peacetime” by Luke Mogelson (2015)
I sat on the edge of his bed and we talked about ‘Snake in the Monkey’s Shadow.’ We had discussed the film many times, and we said things that we had said before, but in the quiet of his room they felt like secrets. Our voices were low, almost hushed. His body’s warmth cast warmth over me.
“Apollo” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2015)
I sat on the edge of his bed and we talked about ‘Snake in the Monkey’s Shadow.’ We had discussed the film many times, and we said things that we had said before, but in the quiet of his room they felt like secrets. Our voices were low, almost hushed. His body’s warmth cast warmth over me.
“Apollo” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2015)
[The] safest way to avoid people like Mark was to seal yourself off, and then, when you were sealed off, it was about your face and getting it back in position, getting it to close over the darkness and everything you have stored inside.
“The Freezer Chest” by Dorthe Nors (2015)
[The] safest way to avoid people like Mark was to seal yourself off, and then, when you were sealed off, it was about your face and getting it back in position, getting it to close over the darkness and everything you have stored inside.
“The Freezer Chest” by Dorthe Nors (2015)
Mostly, however, I see the mothers I know in glimpses, bent like shepherdess crooks, scanning the floor for tiny Legos or half-chewed grapes or the people they once were slumped in the corners.
“Ghosts and Empties” by Lauren Groff (2015)
Mostly, however, I see the mothers I know in glimpses, bent like shepherdess crooks, scanning the floor for tiny Legos or half-chewed grapes or the people they once were slumped in the corners.
“Ghosts and Empties” by Lauren Groff (2015)
There’s the man who hisses nasties as he stands under the light outside a bodega with bars over its windows. I put on my don’t-fuck-with-me face, and he has yet to do more than hiss, but there is a part of me that is more than ready, that wants to use what’s building up.
“Ghosts and Empties” by Lauren Groff (2015)
There’s the man who hisses nasties as he stands under the light outside a bodega with bars over its windows. I put on my don’t-fuck-with-me face, and he has yet to do more than hiss, but there is a part of me that is more than ready, that wants to use what’s building up.
“Ghosts and Empties” by Lauren Groff (2015)