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Graywolf’s 2009 reissue of J. Robert Lennon’s collection of literary anecdotes, Pieces for the Left Hand, seems to have found its niche as one of…
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Costco policy says bakery personnel have to put on gloves before using a serrated knife. It’s a safety issue, and Costco supposedly places top priority…
On the terrace where the parents drink margaritas there’s a tiny radio. The sound is quiet against the sea noises taking up all the rest…
When I go to someone’s house for the first time, I can’t help but wonder how many times someone has fucked on the couch where…
Not really, but close, because my lover has a long face like Ben’s. It’s not too long, not long like a horse’s, but just to…
First the marching band and the Veterans with their burnt limbs—hardly the chiseled imagery of recruitment ads—then, finally, the Bacon Babes. Perched atop a decommissioned…
The maze of yellow tape: Caution. Caution. Keep out. Posted on the door: Unsafe. Underneath, the paint blistered, rough to touch. He should be in…