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Fear of weakness
A holy man holds holly plants aloft,
so wholly bent on kissing every saint.
Though he mis-thought (it’s mistletoe he wanted),
my haunted face will dip beneath the branches,
masquerading as each missing martyr.
Loyola University New Orleans professor Christopher Schaberg and Georgia Tech professor Ian Bogost are co-editors of Object Lessons, an online essay series published by the Atlantic and print book series published by Bloomsbury. Christopher Schaberg answered Room 220’s questions about the …3
It seems everybody plays Arms these days.
Not that everybody should.
I once played Arms with a guy named Tommy Cassanova who was way better than me. He’d stolen a girl of mine back when we were in high school …1
Some of us are fine sitting on the small steps to our small jobs. I was always fine with it. You could find me on the doorsteps to Malkia Boutique on any given day save Sunday. But that rainy Dar …1
Harold Jaffe is the author of 26 volumes of fiction, docufiction, and nonfiction including Goosestep; Death Café; Sacred Outcast: Dispatches from India; Revolutionary Brain; Induced Coma; Anti-Twitter: 150 50-Word Stories; Paris 60; Jesus Coyote; 15 …1
The first winter I was in love it didn’t snow til late December. I was still figuring out how these things worked and sometimes I’d show up to his job when he had not asked me to come.
I had …4
Historically, there is wind, a hand for a weapon, floods and sacrifice, a woman carried off against her will. There are shared meals, a road leading away from home, troops and treaties, debts unpaid. Historically, this all remains just on the …5
There I am. Of course, I am not really there, but yeah, am I there! I look at myself and I assess myself and I think to myself—well, am I there. I am aware of myself posing, my mouth closed, …1
Almighty God, in your infinite wisdom you have outfitted us with the necessary physical accouterments for reproduction, the stimulation and appreciation of which not only brings us great pleasure, but allows the codes of our DNA to mingle with our …5
There was a rip on the red vinyl of the booth at the restaurant. It appeared to swell like a scar as the foam viscera pushed its way out, in spite of an impotent piece of duct tape that barely …1