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At the moment we were having that conversation, she already knew.

Arnold’s daily life was a race between money and death.

I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.

A snapshot of loneliness and vice in this powerful six-word story.

Purple planets, dirt stars. Imagine the carom in the hall, how it sounded.

Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.

Eszter Marosszeky and David Matheson

Of course the despicable wretch would beg her to forgive him again.

There’s nothing left to do but crush the garlic, check the water on the stove.

The cherry tree’s trance of petals tumbled bit by bit to the sidewalk.

There it was, the urge to hurt one’s neck by craning toward the dazzle.

Their marriage had dwindled to a separation and a running joke.

What that truth is doesn’t matter, finally, because of your persistence.

Knowing that it will end i saw myself again at the fair popping balloons

Without you, would I still be reaching out for myself now?

I was born hating paths, apostasy. We came alive wrong for union.

“If a man wanted, he could be anything and not come back.”

He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.

Our dog had held down what we had by pressing his belly to the floors.

It’s been months since the cat died and still we find her hair.

Some days he thinks he has patients to see, meetings to attend.

Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.

What was happening? All she wants is for Teddy to fuck her silly.

shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t

Close mist around window. I attempt gender. Deposit each letter.

Not every fate was alike. Not everyone ended up paired off in love.

Mikey said the hole wouldn’t lead to China, but he was frequently wrong.

The neighbor needs his blaring-music his car-cocoon of sound

She had instinct for seeing what she could make happen.

She holds the shirt to her face and inhales. With a start she pulls away.