Arrested at the age of eighteen, convicted and sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison, Warner was swallowed by a machine of injustice, fueled by a political climate that was obsessed with convictions.
We’ll go back
to my apartment and
open the door and the
kids’ faces will pop
with happiness. They’ll
run toward us, ram their
heads into our stomachs,
so eager to be held...
and who are we to stand
displaced in all our promise
as if the legends don’t continue
and we have not met regret?
I started calling
My inbox a party because
It sounded more fun
That way to
Wade thru bodies
Like messages I had to manage...
Some folks will dismiss Mr. Walser as a critic. They will say he sorely failed, that he confused his genres, mixed his fiction with his nonfiction, and got his tongue tied up by double-dipping into the real and the unreal. In a word, by being ekphrastic in his criticism...
One day she started talking about reincarnation. That was interesting, because most people in our town went to one of the big evangelical churches whose parking lots took up almost as much space as the farms they’d replaced, and I figured Mary did too...
It was dusk, and the statue of Edward Snowden
was working overtime to track the deletions
in my last email to you...
“My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does.”
After thirty-nine days, one glorious legislator will accomplish the ultimate goal of survival** and be crowned Speaker of The House by President Donald J. Trump, earning the deserved title of Survivor: Red, White & Bruised...
The woman in the toy store said the kite would be easy to fly. Sonny has his daughter hold the string while he tries to get it airborne. But the kite is flimsy and the wind ripping off the water batters it onto the sand. He tosses it again and again, and each time, it torpedoes straight down...
Orwell’s early death engendered myriad mysteries, the most enduring of which is Orwell’s list. He turned over a list of names to the IRD. The list red-flagged communists, who were for the most part people Orwell didn't like personally, for reasons that were couched in not-endearing xenophobic language...
Whether Susanne Bartsch was anointed or appointed “Queen of the Night” and patron saint of LGBTQ advocacy and inclusion is no less important than her ability to throw a rockus party where the only criteria for entry is making the effort to be fabulous.
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