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Tom Sleigh| The Threepenny Review
Gerunds only pretend to stillness. But let the callersay green light and turn her back, even for a second: the statues will advance on her. You can’t undoongoingness. That’s how it is. So, Swimming, I say, as if swimming were an infinity pool, and Being, I say,as if existence were immutable, as if inside the […]| The Threepenny Review
I want you to bend and count to ten for me.One Mississippi, two Mississippi, can you do that for me?A few deep breaths? That’s it. Say Aah—open wide?I know, just lift your shirt and show me the QR codeso I can scan you real quick? Now, disengage memoryand walk down this white line, touching your […]| The Threepenny Review
Letting his picture look straight into meI answer to this Russian English blokeconfused and hounded by a historyhorrifically interesting. Joke however much you want. We know his taleand his nonsense travail. And yet I cansense in his stories some superb betrayalof this supremely documented man. These writings don’t fit him. Too tight. Too loose.Too cut […]| The Threepenny Review
E. C. Osondu| The Threepenny Review
Arthur Lubow| The Threepenny Review
Sergey Gerasimov| The Threepenny Review
Jeremy Faro| The Threepenny Review
Evgeniya Dame| The Threepenny Review
Exile is the art of before and after, a negotiation with memory. Among displaced people, there are those who tend to their loss like a garden, nourish it, prune it, pledge allegiance to it, guard its borders against all manner of trespass, pick from its rank flowers to decorate the house, and inevitably force it into the hands of their children, for whom it becomes a burden, a bitter heirloom. Then there are those who turn their backs on loss forever, never speak of it, deny it even a sidewar...| The Threepenny Review