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For the final touch of his latest painting, Leonard Alvarado applied a slight dab of reddish yellow on a tree in the far background, then stood back…
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For years Yegor the man went from town to town asking of the boy who had been in his life for so long and who had disappeared one night when a great…
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Laura stood in the kitchen, stared out at the neat rows of brown houses. Morning. Gray sky. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Sign here.” A clipboard. A…
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His beliefs are living beings, Holden says, talking about himself again. At first they fall as impoverished angels into his eyes as dawn paints the…
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Vacancy is not my friend. I’m not here to cross a river of nothingness to get to the other side of nothing in no time for no reason – and that’s why an…
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December 2022

Most reindeer have a rather dull nose, dark brown or boring gray, but Rudolph had a very shiny one. Therefore, the rest of the pack laughed about it…
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For years, Adam counted the beans. Each morning, at eight o’clock sharp, he took the pot from the cupboard, placed it on the countertop, withdrew…
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November 2022

As a bird I would gently fly high above buses and those who mount sidewalks on a hardline damp day of waging war with office chores and bills to pay …
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A 10 p.m. streetlight cracks through the store window, casts mirrored letters on the floor, shines the shoes of three old strangers in line with a bag…
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On the midnight outskirts of New Orleans our dome light is dead for we are stealthy / buoyant / nimble / wispy. Pablo slip slides into this old 56 Merc…
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At last the election slumps into a coffin. The smoke scatters. Sirens that had spent their strength screaming rest. Joseph comes down to a street of…
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When I got off the plane in Astrakhan, the airport terminal was completely deserted. It was about 1:00 a.m. and I had expected few people, but this…
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