In Conversation With Sam Reese
Come The Tide is the debut collection of short stories from Sam Reese and is published by Platypus Press. The collection has received...
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Cliff People
This country is too flat, she tells me. Maybe it’s because of all the people—like they’ve trampled out all the interesting dips and...
This
Into your loneliness we place our voices, hoping our words might comfort your wounded heart. We do not mean to remind you of all you have...
Samara
Stepping out onto the veranda, Zina opens her mouth to the wind, her lips pursing like the surrounding Zhiguli mountains, her eyes...
She Rinsed
She Rinsed the breakfast dishes as her children were leaving, they left two moist goodbye-kisses on her cheek. She plunged her hands into...
For Henryk
What have those watery globes in industrial goggles seen? Frozen lakes, dance halls, unexpected Goodbyes, I’m sure. Locked vaults of...
A Poem for the Witness (don't be sad)
Bed’s creaking. He’s up. Why are you still up? He’s down. Downstairs Why do you feel so down? - Don’t you have work in the morning? -...
The Blind Collector
Blindness has an unfortunate way of announcing itself. It rarely goes unnoticed. Its presence is often made certain through the...
Moving
For the longest evening, we have nothing. The lorry is delayed, and we squat in an unfurnished box, pine-smelling and so clean it hurts...
Recollections of a Time Long Ago
Remember. I remember. dark words, deep roots in the ground, the earth, rising, oh how it is rises. Out of the dirt, growing, grappling up...
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