“Panic Drapes the Look of the World: Literary Treatment for Anxiety in an Uncertain Age” by Emily Sinclair (fiction, ’14)

Emily Sinclair

An essay by Emily Sinclair (fiction, ’14) appears in Empty Mirror:

Panic Drapes the Look of the World: Literary Treatment for Anxiety in an Uncertain Age

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June, 2016:

I was having a panic attack while I walked the dog after dinner. Children rode skateboards and scooters in that last yellowed hour before bedtime. I felt unreal to myself, and the Denver streets I’d known my whole adult life seemed false and imitative. What I felt was a numbing and a derealization that left me somewhat incapable of speaking to other people, as if I were vocally paralyzed, as if some essential fluid in my body had evaporated. It was hard to believe that people lived in the houses we passed; instead, the houses seemed part of an elaborate ruse of which I had not been informed. When we encountered other dogs, my dog, who was eight pounds, and at ten years old somewhat arthritic and embittered, lunged and snarled at them, then attempted to bite their chins. [. . . continue reading here.]

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“After the Pulse Orlando Shooting, My Wife Asks if We Can Eat at Chick-fil-A” by Caroline M. Mar (poetry, ’13)

A poem by Caroline M. Mar (poetry, ’13) appears in The New England Review:

After the Pulse Orlando Shooting, My Wife Asks if We Can Eat at Chick-fil-A

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“Extended Families” from a new memoir by Ven Begamudré (fiction, ’99)

“Extended Families” is an Excerpt from Ven Begamudré’s memoir, EXTENDED FAMILIES: A MEMOIR OF INDIA.

 

 

Somewhere in the U.S., a young man lives far from his family. True, he lives with his immediate family–his wife and child–but he often thinks of his larger, extended family: people he’s had no contact with for years.

His father was the youngest son of an Indian engineer, his mother the daughter of a Japanese soldier killed in the war. Their marriage was not arranged. They met in Yokohama while the father was in the Indian merchant marine. He used his earnings to purchase a flat in Bombay that he never got to live in. Now he accepted a transfer to London, a management position, then lost his job due to circumstances beyond his control. Their first child died. The second survived. Read more

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NorCal Wallies: Gather Next Week!

Attention Northern CA Wallies: Will you join us for an upcoming get together? It’s a low-pressure opportunity to gather with your fellow Wallies! It’s a fundraiser for Friends of Writers! It’s a respite from political chicanery and Twitter! However you choose to look at it, it’ll be fun. Please join us. Our readers will be Mari Coates, Shauna Hannibal, Meredith Martinez, Steve Mitchel, and Rebecca Winterer.

We’ll offer light refreshments. If you’d like to bring a snack or a drink to share, please do—but it’s absolutely not required. We ask for a cover of $20 per person; all proceeds to benefit FOW and no Wally turned away for lack of funds. Thanks to The Writing Salon for being our host.

When: Sunday, September 24, 5:00-7:00 pm.
Where: The Writing Salon, 2042 Balboa Street (near 22nd Avenue), San Francisco.
RSVP: [email protected]

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“Dark Money” by Ross White (poetry, ‘

A poem by Ross White (poetry, ’08) appears in Foundry:

Dark Money

Of all lies, the worst is The truth will set you free.
I don’t think truth unshackled my father.
Truth paid his moving expenses, set him up
in his grandmother’s house with his new wife ―
his former secretary ― and two children he didn’t know
how to talk to. Truth banished him

[ . . . continue reading here.]

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“Human Technology” by Nomi Stone (poetry, ’17)

A poem from Nomi Stone (poetry, ’17) appears in Plume:

 

Human Technology

Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
We are follicle & meat & terror &

the machines leave their shells naked on the ground.
One soldier makes a museum in his basement.

Each mannequin in brass, unburnable coats:
I am walking between their blank faces

[. . . continue reading here.]

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“Deadline” by Elisabeth Lewis Corley (poetry, ’10)

A poem by Elisabeth Lewis Corley (poetry, ’10) appears in Cold Mountain Review:

Deadline

When the ears light up in the last light
you can see through.
The hare in the high grass goes as still
as your breathing.

His ears are alight. You are listening too.

The wren arrives in the aural field [. . . continue reading here.]

 

 

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Nine Poems by Rose McLarney (poetry, ’10)

Nine poems from Rose McLarney (poetry, ’10) appear in Cold Mountain Review:

You Must Know Things by Their Moving Away

From leavings, you may learn the animals. Look for tracks
of bobcat in mud and dust. Droppings and, in them, details

of what fruit (the pits) or meat (the fur) was the fox’s feast.
Flattened places in front of the berry bushes where a bear stood,

reaching. Burrow into which a beaver bowed. Path into brush [. . . continue reading this poem and others here.]

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“If You Cut Off Her Head, a Horse Comes Out” by Goldie Goldbloom (fiction, ’11)

A story from Goldie Goldbloom (fiction, ’11) appears in Cold Mountain Review:

Madison stepped out of the smoke, her long hair around her face in the roaring fore wind. The bushfire was still some distance away, but here, ahead of the flames, it was ten degrees hotter than it had been back at her farm. When she shut the truck door, the hot metal raised a line of blisters along her thumb.

“Porky!” she called. Then, quieter, “Dad?” [. . . continue reading here.

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