It has been a decade ago
when we had our first dance.
In what took the semblance of,
crepuscular happenstance.
Everybody’s Everybody Brady Achterberg __________ My friend Dan died the other day. That’s fine by me apparently. I don’t get sad for shit. I am a dumb animal that only responds to physical pain. I used to think it was because I was young but now I’m 31 and the…
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Read MoreThe Last Frozen Tundra Brian Chander Wiora __________ On December 20, 2010, the Minnesota Vikings played their first outdoor home game since 1981 at TCF Bank Stadium, their last outdoor home game ever. The Vikings play tonight behind a discontinuous curtain of snow, a lethargic, everlasting precipitation settles into each…
Read MoreChristmas Eve, 2016 Joshua Nguyen __________ & on this day the Cincinnati Bengals miss the game-winning field goal & the Houston Texans clinch a playoff spot. & the living room erupts & we stay drunk till midnight. There is a hidden box of Cognac my father finds in the cupboard.…
Read MoreThe Unexpected Dryness of a Lemon Poppy Scone Jacob Ginsberg __________ Eight pages into Arundhati Roy’s God of Small Things, after being stunned to find I’ve somehow plagiarized a book I’ve never opened, I linger over the text on Sophie Mol’s tombstone: A SUNBEAM LENT TO US TOO BRIEFLY; I…
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