Outside is the rain half the world waits for as much as we hate it at times; it gives us whatever we can gather from the energy that is frozen and makes up the world I swore I’d never live in. But like everything else it passes on its way to teaching me which way to turn. In the meantime, left with nothing but dreams and memory, I’m practicing for the death we all know is coming, that none of us know how to face. I keep trying the prayers and other means as if each could be a plot twist in the novel I keep wishing I could write. All I want to end with is the person who points down the street.
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Tana by Irene Jiménez (translated from Spanish by Catherine Nelson)
“I’ve been so committed to the fight for the homosexual cause,” Benjamin explained introspectively, “that I forgot to love.” Ursula, Tana, and Miguel sipped the soup in their spoons and then returned the utensils to their bowls. They looked at Benjamin with understanding smiles. No one had commented on the fact that he had come […]
THE BOYS WHO LEARNED TO FUCK FROM PORN MOVIES VERSUS THE BOYS WHO LEARNED TO FUCK FROM THEIR FATHERS by Maggie Glover
One side offered, believe or not: daisies. Their orange bowties and Monroe piercings made a hundred cities in the grass. The other side: the knowledge of grasshoppers, how to jump rope—they wore sneakers that looked like sneakers, slogan pins like Shy in the Tooth. The battle raged. After careful thought, I arranged for both teams to […]
TZIMTZUM an entry from A Whaler’s Dictionary by Dan Beachy-Quick
Behind Creation another story lurks, explains, complicates. The first question of the world is Form. The question does not begin with “what,” but with “how.” What philosophical and theological theories may gloss when considering ex nihilo as a creative crux is that Nothing must first exist for creation to occur in it. Tzimtzum, in midrashic and kabbalistic thought, […]
