Molly Fisk: A Brief for the Defense
The other night I was eating dinner with some friends and the conversation turned, as it does these days, toward the coming apocalypse. There was some talk about Victory Gardens, … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: The View from Here
It’s been a while since I’ve had occasion to see the human form, male version, naked, from behind. Luckily, this circumstance was remedied over the weekend, when I went to … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Full Dark
Tonight, inside my body, the blood races through veins, passing in its circuit a piece of chicken wire. Calling it something homely gives me all the power over the stent … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Washington Square — New York, 1941
His eyes lose focus,
and his other senses — so long ignored in deference
to saturated color — come alive, more vivid now
because of their confinement.
Molly Fisk: Dark Rum & Tonic
Sometimes what you need is a road house, blast of laughter and warm air pouring out the door, where the waitresses know your name but the customers don’t, shrill on … Continue reading
