The time to take a knee was last year, with and in support of Kaepernick. But most Black NFL players refused, even though their lives and the lives of their families are at stake. That players fear they will end up unemployed like Kaepernick is obvious. Only now, after Trump has called kneelers SOB’s and continues to demand their termination, have these athletes been...
I used to be like Greta Garbo and now I’m not.
Lost my flair for acting and I got hooked off
stage. When Greta talks and she says "Gimme a whiskey,
In 1907, Alice Babette Toklas met Gertrude Stein in Paris. They fell in love and Alice became Gertrude's indispensible companion, secretary, housekeeper, editor, gardener, and cook (for all we know, a darn good one). Three years later, Gertrude wrote her first literary portrait, Ada, in which she described in her unmistakable style how she felt about Alice: "Trembling...
The narrator of Michael Kimball's fifth novel seeks to recount and commemorate his deceased father, the eponymous Big Ray, whose massive girth is only surpassed by the legacy of disquiet he bequeaths to his son...
The captivating story of an infant's tragic death and a mother's despair is told through dactylic fragments in A Cloth House. In this haunting, melancholy novella, Joseph Riippi, eloquently weaves this calamitous story together with a nostalgic, honest voice of an adult and the remembrance of her life at her beachfront homes...
In the American experience, scale is all. A big land to conquer. Big dreams to tear out of the world. Big egos, big defeats, big victories. Beyond the American spectrum, scale will more often flitter beyond the spotlight; a thought, an instinct, a budget.
Combative and cautionary, Lindsay Hunter's most recent short story collection, Don't Kiss Me, offers readers fierce independence. The sophomore story collection is intent on grossing out and alienating some readers, but strange, unique and charming enough to attract plenty more.
Kentucky Truck Stop Shower
Nine bucks
gets you a
paper
Take this, and hold it.
May the call be recognized and willing.
Remember, because I can’t remind you enough,
some will simply refuse and one...
I remember your hair's perm fondue
like blonde glass curling in the sun.
It had a northerly associative quality,
something quite remote to these parts.
But I want to have the perfect seizures,
A briefcase of wasp stingers,
A Jansport of howling embryos...
Dustin Luke Nelson
Originally Published May 15, 2013
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