Tag: Eckleburg No. 22

Avital Gad-Cykman is the author of Light Reflection Over Blues (Ravenna Press) and Life In, Life Out (Matter Press). She is the winner of Margaret Atwood Studies Magazine Prize and The Hawthorne Citation Short Story Contest, twice a finalist for the Iowa Fiction Award and a six-time nominee for the ... Read More

shi in Japanese means death / herself reflected / his singular possessive projected by the he who (doer of the sentence) substitutes affection Kathleen Hellen in other words indefinite/not quite determined / not that or this but object of the proposition Kathleen Hellen we not interrogating / pleasures of a ... Read More

“But he is mine. And yours. Like it or not, he’s our brother. They’ll never catch me betraying him.” —Antigone. My brother Mike died while incarcerated in Jacksonville, Florida on December 23, 2021. He was found in his cell, alone, at 3:24pm ... Read More

Join 7.13 Books, Rare Bird Books and Eckleburg for Attack of the Book People III at AWP 2025 in LA on Friday, March 28th, 6 to 10 pm. Food, drinks, DJ and a fantastic lineup of readers including Marilee Albert, Rae Cline, Rosa Kwon Easton, Danielle Harms, Sara Lippman, Chip Jacobs, Sameer Pandya, Jim Ruland and Hugh Sheehy. Find copies of Eckleburg No. 22 at the ... Read More

"The fox stops, half turns, half stays. The way a fox will, being two things at once and daring both. Mottled coat, those delicate fairy tale feet, one poised as if to point the way, a way for me to follow...." ... Read More

"Closed all the windows to the heat     How still Frances at this time of day     How still I      Feeding you means sitting means my body does my work    I’m so hot with you against me the way it used to feel in New York in ... Read More

"When I woke from surgery, I wondered where my arm went. / It was still attached, I was assured. I saw it there, hanging from my body...." ... Read More

So it spelled Dumbell instead of Umbell. Infuriating, after she’d twice corrected the error by email.  Everyone wants to mess with what’s yours, make an ass out of a cluster ... Read More

"Odin’s spear struck Valhalla’s golden floor with a mighty thud, silvered veins of sorcerous power erupting from the point of contact, energy flying electric and jagged to the four corners of his vast throne room. This was One-Eye’s signal for quiet, and I went along. We all went along...." —Kurt ... Read More

Why don’t you bring Ashok over for lunch?” Nadine was an anthropologist and had to get to the bottom of things. All these days and months she’d gotten a second hand account and now she wanted to see the mystery man in person. I somehow knew she’d be disappointed, but ... Read More

On the second Tuesday of January the survivors gather for the annual survivor dance. They gather in the ballroom of the historic synagogue on Ocean Avenue. Like many things, the place is a shadow of its former self. Spanning half a city block, it now sits cavernous and crumbling, like ... Read More

"They were as light and fluffy as the small white clouds that floated across an otherwise spotless blue sky, of which Raffie and Kip had an unobstructed view from the balcony where they feasted on the fried scallops, clams, shrimp, calamari, and other seafood on the frittura platter. Raffie’s father ... Read More