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Lena Dreams of the Wetlands

Lena hadn’t thought about manatees in several years, but that did not stop her from dreaming about them that night in July. The merganser is the kind of crested duck that will rip your heart out of your living body, and then … Continue reading

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Two Little Notes, A Fictional Concept and A Dream

I am not sure where these two little thoughts came from, but they were written in my notebook by me. You can never go boldly into the land the land of gods: you must slide in unnoticed or fall in … Continue reading

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We Are All Strangers, We Are All Learning to Be Human: Short Fiction by Miranda July

I just finished reading “No one belongs here more than you” by Miranda July. These stories, written in a naïve style much like Richard Brautigan but with Raymond Carver’s perceptive gaze, are about the desperation and exasperation of isolated human beings, as … Continue reading

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A Work in Progress #5: Somewhere East of the City

As I was not able to meet my friend the next day, I remember a conversation with a shaggy young grad student who had cornered me at an informal literary  function. “Man, you gotta get out in the country around … Continue reading

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Work in Progress #4: Failure of Memory

My friend stirs her drink some more, staring at the straw blankly. “They got us to Switzerland in ’39. I was 7 years old,” she says still looking at the straw. “My sister says by that time I was accompanying … Continue reading

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