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The Valise, by Michel Lambert. Translated from the French by Paul Curtis Daw

They came by to pick up Bob around four. He lived in a three-room apartment above a pharmacy, across from the high school where they had all known each other … Continue reading

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Relax, Pay Attention – A Walk in the Park with Mark Rudman, by Matt Corey

The following conversation is from a series of interviews Matt Corey, a writer who lives in New York, conducted with Mark Rudman. * Once the weather got nice in New … Continue reading

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Three poems by Mebane Robertson

A Silken Tie Blind and blotted out like a typo in a line, The yolk of the egg sleeps in infinity. No. This is not about me, or you for … Continue reading

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Prologue: Cowboy, by Robert Margolis

Somebody hurt my hand. I was walking in the damp grass. A man hurt my hand. He was walking. I followed his eyes. The long gray coat. I smelt the … Continue reading

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Two poems by John Johnson

All the Above They say the climate here is right for weather, with clouds unlike anything, ambiguous winds kicking up dry leaves of the alphabet, where you might be happy … Continue reading

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