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Emmelie Prophète: Pipo

Pipo often talked about fallen friends, their final, frozen, empty vision, almost as if he were feeling his own demise. He was close to and a cousin of Fanfan the Savage, but he was not an active gang member, and should never have died.

February 24, 2023 · 2 Comments

Sandy Solomon: My Friend Seems Near Tears

Look at her, so tall and beautiful
when she forgets herself, her whole body
lit with a sloppy, ungovernable brightness

February 15, 2023 · 7 Comments

David Hassler: Spaghetti Dinners

I pour Lynn a glass of wine and make a toast: “To our future life together.” We stare into each other’s eyes and smile. Unable to wait any longer, I ask Lynn if she will marry me. She says yes, and I begin to cry. I am here, in this place, with a beautiful woman who loves me.

February 13, 2023 · 10 Comments

Robert Lipsyte: Where Are the Men?

I realized then that I was watching a raid. I felt ice water in my veins as I hurried to a telephone booth from which I could observe the cops closing in on the doctor’s office. What should I do? Warn the doctor? Less than an hour had passed since Maria had gone inside. If they aborted the abortion now, would that spare them criminal charges?

May 25, 2022 · Leave a comment

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