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Eager to Help – Calvin Atwood

Last night, towards the end of my run in Prospect Park—it was around 7pm and the park was almost deserted and of course dark—I encountered, in the middle of a road that circles the park, an older woman who’d just wrecked her bike, and a runner of about my age—around 40—trying to help her. I stopped running and removed my headphones as I approached them, anticipating some sort of urgent interaction. 

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Two Rough Translations, Available for the First Time – Sean Kilpatrick

Ola Hansson: Sensitiva Amorosa (Harvest Heart, Tenderest Loin – 1887)

 

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        I cling to one last interest: the study and enjoyment of womankind. Each bit of blood in my being, together with the roots that caved me through nourishment, little by little, dried and shrank, all save one, but this thread grows fat, saturated with juice, drilled into a network of fine branches offering a scant foothold on life.

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Intersections – Gabriel Hart

        Hey, I know you just got here but you mind if we crash at your house tonight, my mom’s on a bad one. Sure, wanna just go now? Yeah, let’s cruise…
        We began the five mile walk to my place, my parent’s place, where I wasn’t sure I actually lived anymore. Mikey felt safe there, ever since that one night five of us showed up peaking hard on acid,

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Mrs. Lonleyharts – Alexander Kattke

I tap my pen against the stack of papers, scanning the many questions and choose the best ones. My articles are the light tower in the fog of life. A cliché line but one that suits my purposes. I hear the confessions of the lovelorn, if only they knew what I really thought of them: uninspired fuckholes.

One begs me for my help in finding their prince charming.

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