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# PROJECTED LETTERS

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- [Blog](https://projectedletters.com/blog/)
- [Slow Food, an extract from a novel](https://projectedletters.com/slow-food-an-extract-from-a-novel/) - It was the day of the barbecue. Ari drove her Volvo to Theo’s house, packed with her friends and the banker Dave’s pal Rob, who had been briefed on the cabin they were about to visit. After calling shotgun, Rob was squeezed between the girls in the middle seat, trying hard not to appear mortified. It was the day of the barbecue. Ari drove her Volvo to Theo’s house, packed with her friends and the banker Dave’s pal Rob, who had been briefed on the cabin they were about to visit. After calling shotgun, Rob was squeezed between the girls in the middle seat, trying hard not to appear mortified.
- [Monster](https://projectedletters.com/monster/) - Poetry by Estill Pollock
- ['Small Dogs' & 'Location'](https://projectedletters.com/small-dogs-location/) - He had a whining tone in his voice, the biker in his colors and boots complaining to the receptionist at a California motel
- [Tom Raworth: gifted](https://projectedletters.com/tom-raworth-gifted/) - Poetry by SC Bett
- [The Road  Taken](https://projectedletters.com/the-road-taken/) - Poetry by S.K. Aithal
- [Ex Cathedra](https://projectedletters.com/ex-cathedra/) - Beyond St Catherine's Hill, the long chalice of river sluices through the city, canals Romans cut dividing the Itchen into die-straight races. Surrounding the Cathedral, water meadows; a roe deer grants audience, midair for a moment, then again invisible into briar and scrub elm. Across the sunken fields - plague pits, perhaps, or plough roads
- [Water Harp](https://projectedletters.com/water-harp/) - Modern poetry by Estill Pollock evoking but not copying Anabasis
- [from Maquettes for a Season of Fury](https://projectedletters.com/from-maquettes-for-a-season-of-fury/) - Poetry by Estill Pollock
- [Resurrection Suite](https://projectedletters.com/resurrection_suite/) - The Dead Zone North from Kiev, empty roads The light of other summers opens among the pages. In the photograph, your face, fragile as pink shells washed along the beach; the light moves, your face is more the face of my memory, not the face I knew, your image clouding over, a shadow across
- [Snake](https://projectedletters.com/snake/) - Poetry by Estill Pollock
- [Fort Elysium](https://projectedletters.com/fort-elysium/) - Fiction by Bill Carr
- [Binge Watching the Walking Dead...](https://projectedletters.com/binge-watching-the-walking-dead/) - Poetry by Matthew A. Hamilton
- [Our Brother's Violence etc.](https://projectedletters.com/our-brothers-violence-etc/) - Poetry by Emily Light
- [Covid Poems](https://projectedletters.com/three-poems-3/) - Poetry by Gerard Sarnat
- [Reunion](https://projectedletters.com/reunion/) - Fiction by Perle Besserman
- [Down to the Desert & At the Corner](https://projectedletters.com/955-2/) - At the Corner At the corner of Division & Reclamation where the town is split between chaos & choice, the edge where you look across the tracks toward dry sage-lined hills rounded against the straight rails, and the tiny mill houses stand crooked as old teeth on dirt lanes, doors falling open & windows gaping,
- ['Rumination' & 'Liminality'](https://projectedletters.com/rumination-liminality/) - Poetry by Emily Strauss
- [The Farmer of Cemetery Hill](https://projectedletters.com/the-farmer-of-cemetery-hill/) - Fiction by Terril Shorb
- [Phantom Shoelace & other poems](https://projectedletters.com/phantom-shoelace-other-poems/) - Poetry by Magdalene Kennedy
- [My Writing Voice](https://projectedletters.com/my-writing-voice/) - An essay about creative block by Jerry Robbins
- [Help Wanted](https://projectedletters.com/help-wanted/) - We're asking for talented editors
- [Lifting](https://projectedletters.com/lifting/) - A short story by T.M. Bemis
- [The Shed](https://projectedletters.com/the-shed/) - fiction by J Dan Francis
- [Unstoppable](https://projectedletters.com/unstoppable/) - A short story by Kim Farleigh
- [To a Place etc.](https://projectedletters.com/not-black-and-white-etc/) - For That One True Sentence Joyce had bouts of poverty. Poe died dead broke. Federal writers got a New Deal. Remember Hemingway and his long-suffering first wife, Hadley? It was her trust fund that launched him to Paris. He drank rum St. James in the cafes while she shivered for lack of a winter coat.
- [PMA](https://projectedletters.com/pma/) - A short story by AN Block
- [A Cat's Not A Dog](https://projectedletters.com/a-cats-not-a-dog/) - Fiction by AN Block
- [Brethren](https://projectedletters.com/brethren/) - Notice the Pope’s white skin beneath the red velvet robe. Contemplate the thin papery silhouette
- [Big Bird](https://projectedletters.com/big-bird/) - Short fiction by Zachary Loewenstein
- [After the Tornado and other poems](https://projectedletters.com/after-the-tornado-and-other-poems/) - After limb snap and tree crash, months of air filled with sawdust and the sounds of wood chippers and log loaders­: a mountain shorn,
- [Two Poems](https://projectedletters.com/two-poems-2/) - Two poems, one to Whitman, by Dan Raphael, Projected Letters
- [Odin, The Man Fish and the Trickster God](https://projectedletters.com/odin-the-man-fish-and-the-trickster-god/) - Who can conjugate madness, shadows, apparitions from the untime of legend and myth--from the world always next to the commonest, simplest scenes of everyday life. Who can know the margin, the boundaries of it?
- [Homecoming](https://projectedletters.com/homecoming/) - “So, are you going to go see him?” Bud asked, and when Earl answered, “See Who?”, Bud smirked and said, “See who, he asks..."
- [Memory of War & Elegies](https://projectedletters.com/memory-of-war-elegies/) - Poetry by James H Owens
- [For Fred etc.](https://projectedletters.com/for-fred-etc/) - For Fred (Veteran's Day, November 11th, 2004) We miss you, Mr. Rodgers. You told us straight. You were not purple Mr. Rodgers, not an extinct species that sang about the sun, ripping off the melody from "This Old Man, he played one" pretending you loved us. Mr. Rodgers, you had boundaries. We flew over your
- [Not a Woodpecker Anymore](https://projectedletters.com/not-a-woodpecker-anymore/) - A short story by Robert Earle
- [from Spots of Time and other Fugitive Pieces](https://projectedletters.com/from-spots-of-time-and-other-fugitive-pieces/) - An excerpt from a memoir by Daniel James Sundahl
- [Thoughts & Thought](https://projectedletters.com/thoughts-thought/) - The same words / In the same sequence, / Everywhere we go. The same people, / Echo pretense / About everything we know.
- [To The Critic](https://projectedletters.com/to-the-critic/) - It's monopoly and / you're the banker / or craps and it's / your right hand
- [Scarecrow](https://projectedletters.com/scarecrow/) - At least the scarecrow realized he didn’t have a brain. He wanted one because he recognized / that brains
- [This Bug is Flying in My Face and I’m a Little Stressed](https://projectedletters.com/this-bug-is-flying-in-my-face-and-im-a-little-stressed/) - Remember that timewe reclined in the carand your own wordssplit you in two? It was kind oflike when that cooking show ladywe always watched slit open a pomegranate andruby red seeds just poured out. I grasped the zipperand fastened you back togetherwith metal teeth and pencil lead, but it didn’t hold. You swatted a fly
- [Crash Site](https://projectedletters.com/crash-site/) - Anne convinces Dad to move into our upstairs guest room, a few weeks after the funeral. He and I haven’t spoken since the night of the crash. Since he stood there looking at Mom’s and Jamie’s bodies without sorrow or remorse and I told him I wished it would have been him instead. “You need
- [The Music Teacher: A Love Story](https://projectedletters.com/the-music-teacher-a-love-story/) - A Short Story by John Solensten
- [Etta Mai & Intermittent Waves](https://projectedletters.com/intermittent-waves/) - Poetry by Bradley Beau Holland
- [Telemedicine, or Thoughts on the Less Popular Side of this Issue](https://projectedletters.com/telemedicine-or-thoughts-on-the-less-popular-side-of-this-issue/) - Non fiction about telemedicine
- [All The Trembling Shadows](https://projectedletters.com/all-the-trembling-shadows/) - And all the trembling shadows, the waylaid verses, how darkening they become me now as I lean over this page, the shadows before me and beneath me and all around, the shadow I wear like a shroud and then off to the side like some throw rug cast from dark heaven, trembling next to the
- [The Bedside Book of Chill](https://projectedletters.com/the-bedside-book-of-chill/) - Like a mermaid’s nipple denied the sea’s lesser chill, we harden. We tighten up.
- [Our Only Possible Success](https://projectedletters.com/our-only-possible-success/) - What makes Trumpian man and do we really"sell out"? Fiction Nicholas Birns
- [Dave & The Labour MP](https://projectedletters.com/dave-the-labour-mp/) - Poetry by Gareth Culshaw
- [Unstrung](https://projectedletters.com/unstrung/) - Poetry by Anne Mikusinski
- [Trouble in Mind](https://projectedletters.com/trouble-in-mind/) - Fiction about the process of grieving by Stephen Policoff
- [The Hurt & The Intruder](https://projectedletters.com/the-hurt-the-intruder/) - Poems by Bob Meszaros
- [Rogue Sparks & Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/rogue-sparks-other-poems/) - poetry by Carter Vance
- [Work](https://projectedletters.com/work/) - I was a graduate student. I needed money, a summer job. The erk at the state unemployment office frowned at my questionnaire, grumbled that I was overqualified for what was on offer. I said I didn’t care. So, he sent me to the Donnelly Manufacturing Company
- [Snow and Crocuses & Ancient Horses](https://projectedletters.com/snow-and-crocuses-ancient-horses/) - Poetry by Robert lietz
- [Judith in Old Age & Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/judith-in-old-age-other-poems/) - The Songbird Market Beijing, a man with the faith of ages Turns to offer a courteous reception. We have come to see about a bird, One whose song we clearly hear, Not a chattering to disturb our sleep, Not a harsh grackling to make bitterness; A bright song faithful to the day. We start with
- [The Fey Daughter](https://projectedletters.com/the-fey-daughter/) - Five weeks after the hospital in Oaxaca called to tell us that Mom had died of complications from a drug overdose, her ashes arrived in a DHL delivery carton left at our front door. Alan came across it first. He had peeled off from his lacrosse teammates walking back after practice, texting his girlfriend as he came up the driveway and reaching for the box without taking his eyes off the phone.
- [Come Back & Loom](https://projectedletters.com/come-back-loom/) - Poetry by Stephen Mead
- [Scapegoat Borough and other poems](https://projectedletters.com/scapegoat-borough-and-other-poems/) - Poetry by Rich Murphy
- [Prophesies & Fire and Rain](https://projectedletters.com/prophesies-fire-and-rain/) - Poetry by Nels Hanson
- [Not Art but Apery](https://projectedletters.com/not-art-but-apery/) - Poetry by William Doreski
- [Unedited](https://projectedletters.com/unedited/) - Poetry by Katharine Benelli Coggeshall
- [Exit](https://projectedletters.com/exit/) - -2 (Title) You have it wrong. It was ‘Edit’, I am sure. It has changed. Why? The whole point was to go back and fix it, was it? Correct whatever went wrong, redress the crooked narratives. The first thought isn’t always the best. That one crossed my mind early in
- [Unfinished](https://projectedletters.com/unfinished/) - Fiction by Toti O'Brien
- [Downtown Shadows & Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/downtown-shadows-other-poems/) - Henry Miller’s Typewriter How did you know that I dreamt about Henry Miller’s typewriter last night? Stolid gray Remington, with a bloodshot aura, green plastic keys, all-black ribbon, and the faintest odor of Paris. Miller suggested I type a poem. His bald dome caught the light and blinded me to myself so I sat at
- [News From North Country](https://projectedletters.com/news-from-north-country/) - Poetry by Joseph Reich
- [Tough Luck](https://projectedletters.com/1243-2/) - Poetry by Briuce McRae
- [View & Spring - Poems](https://projectedletters.com/view-spring-poems/) - Life and nature poetry
- [Some New Sky](https://projectedletters.com/some-new-sky/) - Fiction by Brian Sousa
- [Garnishing the Gartesque - A Gartymology](https://projectedletters.com/garnishing-the-gartesque-a-gartymology/) - Non fiction by Mark Spitzer
- [Hjörleifshöfði](https://projectedletters.com/hjorleifshofdi/) - Hjörleifshöfði is a huge rock or an island on dry land, standing approximately 220 meters high above the black sand by the coastline at Mýrdalssandur in the South Region in Iceland.
- [A Small Grief & Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/a-small-grief/) - Poetry by Kevin Casey
- [Paisley](https://projectedletters.com/paisley/) - Poetry by J Oscar Franzen
- [Jost in the Machine](https://projectedletters.com/jost-in-the-machine/) - A short story by Laurence Klavan
- [On Poetry](https://projectedletters.com/on-poetry/) - Phillipe Martial's apologia pro sua arta
- [Ann’s Visit](https://projectedletters.com/anns-visit/) - poetry by Heather Whited
- [Fawn & Great Grandfather](https://projectedletters.com/fawn-great-grandfather/) - Poetry in Seamus Heaney's Vein by MIke Bove
- [Nada Among the Epics](https://projectedletters.com/nada-among-the-epics/) - New Fiction by Craig Loomis
- [DELTA 4: BEFORE DEPARTING FOR LAS POZAS WITH EDWARD JAMES MY SON SCHOOLS ME ON STRETCH ARMSTRONG](https://projectedletters.com/delta-4/) - Poetry by David Koehn
- [Excavations 3 & Night Journey](https://projectedletters.com/excavations-3-night-journey/) - Poetry by Doug Bolling
- [Intentions Against Translation and Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/intentions-against-translation-and-other-poems/) - Poetry by CC Russell
- [Garage Sale Wedding](https://projectedletters.com/garage-sale-wedding/) - by Remi Recchia
- [The Big Waitress](https://projectedletters.com/the-big-waitress/) - Youth and young manhood and a plus-sized waitress
- [Modern Metaphysics](https://projectedletters.com/modern-metaphysics/) - Poetry by Yuan Changming
- [Sostenuto Avenue](https://projectedletters.com/sostenuto-avenue/) - Fiction about the dereliction of small town America by David H Weinberger
- [Poetic Meridian of Paul Celan](https://projectedletters.com/poetic-meridian-of-paul-celan/) - Both a critical analysis of Celan's poetry and memoir of Andrey Gritsman's discovery and deep love of the poet's work.
- [Mother Tongue](https://projectedletters.com/mother-tongue/) - Poetry by Jonathan Jones
- [Surfing in Catal Hyuk](https://projectedletters.com/surfing-in-catal-hyuk/) - It would be impossible for anyone to lead a more ordinary life than Bobby Parker, whose life was ordinary to the extent that the more you saw him and the more you knew about him, the less you would remember him and the less you would think about him. He was pizza without toppings.
- [Rinda’s Moniker](https://projectedletters.com/rindas-moniker/) - Funerals, wit, and alienation in this short story by Samuel E Cole
- [Finding their letters](https://projectedletters.com/finding-their-letters/) - The physical letter, written and mailed by hand has had its day; this author tells us about their antiquarian approach to collecting letters
- [Jazzy](https://projectedletters.com/jazzy/) - Poetry about a 1920's doll - by Allyson Ifergan
- [Storm Flight](https://projectedletters.com/storm-flight/) - Poetry by Raymond Hammond
- [Empty Towns and Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/empty-towns-and-other-poems/) - Meeting the Resistance In her twenties during World War II she joined the Netherlands resistance and cycled out to meet newcomers dropped by parachute from British planes and walked each one along country lanes to a safe house between villages. They could not hide from Nazi patrols, so she dropped with her man on
- [Oleander](https://projectedletters.com/oleander/) - The train pushes through the unexpectedly blooming and green landscape at a high speed. Then it finally comes to a halt, but the numbness remains as you get up, reach for your bag, and walk down the aisle, together with the rest of the passengers, whose attitude and language is as foreign to you as
- [Statue](https://projectedletters.com/statue/) - new poetry from twenty year old poet Benjamin Marshall Anderson
- [The Piano Player](https://projectedletters.com/the-piano-player/) - Excerpt from the novella Frank Ames' Restore America Tour
- [My Father's Axe and Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/my-fathers-axe-and-other-poems/) - Boundaries Lucy, boundaries might be made of Roman stone walls or hedges, but they're boundaries all the same. I would walk through the English fields in winter and my feet sank with each step. Mud, grass, sheets of leaves – all the way down to their fossilized ancestors – no backbone, no bedrock, nothing firm
- [Midwest Storm Cellar Sequence](https://projectedletters.com/midwest-storm-cellar-sequence/) - 1. Revisionist Ministry of the Martians Seared almost scorched, rolling potato eyes and broccoli heads now dead, this medicated dedicated bougie meditator’s Sternoed noodle soul casserole shimmies down a dwarf shrub, boards a St. Louis steamboat to nowhere where a full-dress galaxy of pale Navy pills descends to the john with bulging sachels. Abruptly a morphed
- [A Painting Balla Called Flight of the Swallows](https://projectedletters.com/a-painting-balla-called-flight-of-the-swallows/) - you ask me how I occupy myself in my dreams well, if I see one I see the rest I am not an optimist mostly I do not understand the work of Futurists except this one got me on a day like this clouds outlined by smoke and sigh I imagine the flock I mean,
- [Crystals](https://projectedletters.com/crystals/) - In the exhilarating atmosphere of scholarly and cultural exchange following the fall of the Berlin Wall, John Dee had been among the first American academics invited to visit the newly opened parapsychology research labs of the former Soviet Bloc. Discovering, in Prague, that a number of his counterparts were not only reviving but
- [Four Poems](https://projectedletters.com/four-poems/) - Miss Dolly Bumfrey We bear Muscat To your sick by traction. Making headway at that driving test Was the needles up-and-up. Annihilating two easy-natured cherubs, En route to a wall – pop, Under par. Snifters on zing-alongs – Don’t nurture. For Miss Effie Christian On your intentions to Max Killday, Death row
- [Try This On - Three Poems](https://projectedletters.com/three-poems-2/) - How I Like My Women I like my women slight and frail, bones hollowly light, ribcages pressed like prison bars against the skin. I love the women with stomachs caved in, divots carved like ice cream scoops below breasts begging to melt. It’s the women with the lips like readied blisters, skin sautéed in good genes
- [Five Poems](https://projectedletters.com/five-poems/) - Eight Months On Time, tidewater near, headlong has ripened you to this glowing fullness, clumsy in dormant love. Nothing can take you back to remembered couches carved for bodies’ other sinuous life in the taking only. Giving swells its selfish possessor for the unbidden bringing forth, so fraught with blind conduct both charges in time
- [from Broken Glosa](https://projectedletters.com/from-broken-glosa/) - Rae Armantrout: I put a glose on you Habitat-themed enclosure. Zen-inflected mug. Around the block dogs bark at absence. Habitat (entire poem) ― Rae Armantrout (with nods to Perloff, Silliman, & Alan Price) Habitat-themed enclosure. I put a glose on you (after the cabeza) No to walleyed zone-outs Zen-inflected mug. Pitch-faced in its
- [Milton's Well etc.](https://projectedletters.com/miltons-well-etc/) - Milton's Well Predestination stopped her on the road, speeding in some overcommitment, racing impetuous down green skylines, pushing the envelope of the just-possible. On an S bend with reversed camber, on a suspicious twist of black ribbon, fate overturned her world at sixty-five, crushed a tin bubble with fluffy toys. And she crawled out of
- [The Forsythia in Bloom etc.](https://projectedletters.com/the-forsythia-in-bloom-etc/) - The Forsythia in Bloom Suddenly in the early spring evening the forsythia bush is aflame with light, a monastery with hundreds of cells. Throughout winter's darkness, these monks had gone to bed at the close of day, each having laid down his work or study, taken off his brown robe, and gone naked into his
- [Fragments of the Human Heart](https://projectedletters.com/fragments-of-the-human-heart/) - 1. I will say our secret... a stone holding its own weight we were lovers holding each other warm in the unfolding there was a garden of silk soft buds of fabric perfumed like violets I fell through the Genesis hedge and topiary fig Pass through your fingers like a bead of rosary. into your
- [By Jupiter! By Bacchus! etc.](https://projectedletters.com/by-jupiter-by-bacchus-etc/) - By Jupiter! By Bacchus!: Against Humility In the black ooze of the sky, where golden spangling stars alight, Jupiter, alone at its zenith inhales the wispy galactic night and knows it will always be lonely drifting in the mortal dark ether, with lurking stars dripping over the Gaia's distant green park cos' stars were
- [Pieta, Detroit](https://projectedletters.com/pieta-detroit/) - Pieta, Detroit He'd been dead an hour when she came, Ambulance waiting, no hurry now. Her oldest boy. She cradled him, Lifeless, nothing like asleep. One bullet. Some big black Al Capone sedan Turned off Bethune, gunned him down. Two trees of Paradise rustling, Weed-trees, skinny, inadequate. She made no sound, just held his head,
- [Daylilies At Night etc.](https://projectedletters.com/daylilies-at-night-etc/) - Daylilies At Night Lilies which open half-sullen pods in the night As if lightning bugs, the torso's involuntary Lucent flash, and then the equally deep, abrupt If transient absence: a pink or tangerine Blush, then a full, fresh, unfurled nude In a swirl of loosened complacency: Beauty, per Coleridge; the cast of the dice Which
- [Advent](https://projectedletters.com/advent/) - Advent (The Song of Aldan) I stand with the trees, as they wait for the rain. I dance with their leaves, as they breathe the wind. Upon the sea the storms are gathering, as life within my womb like lightning strikes the brink of mankind's dreams. I walk with the earth, as she circles the
- [The Midal Charm etc.](https://projectedletters.com/midal-charm-etc/) - The Midal Charm In a white canoe The river takes her home Tired and alone With her chin on her knees She dreams about someone, Looks quietly around. A kuk hymn utters From the mouths of birds, The sun shines through the trees, And somewhere someone Is rising in song: "Pick the tree-leaf And
- [Where The Land Moves On Forever](https://projectedletters.com/where-the-land-moves-on-forever/) - Where The Land Moves On Forever 1. Siringitu, the Maasai named it, the sepia expanse of grassland, and marshes that stretches to a blur where sky seeps into it. The vegetation succumbs to fires unless eaten or frozen by night winds that scythe its stiff red grass. Spaniards trekking through bogs of hibiscus, christened it
- [To Theseus and Other Poems](https://projectedletters.com/to-theseus-and-other-poems/) - Mis En Scène: A Wet Season The graceless way in which you wooed me positions itself, transfigures itself into a scene (complete with broken reels and under-developed frames) so that when evening falls— as evening inevitably does— the spectacle commences on the wall opposite my bed, a bed I once christened with you, many
- [Evidence of Obsession](https://projectedletters.com/evidence-of-obsession/) - Memento Fr. 1 Aotearoa is the savage place, seeding A heap of broken images, mixing Mortuary photos with life But this went further as Milton sends an Angel To whisper our chronicle Opened-mouthed At the lip of headland We passed the photo around The world twice Something you said When I come back to you
- [ACME Short](https://projectedletters.com/acme-short/) - Third day out, the oddest feeling overtook me. A hybrid of nostalgia and deja-vu, this fuzzy childhood sense-memory of melancholy bliss. I wanted to cry. Was it just the desert? Sand in my eyes? Dehydration? No matter. I unwrapped my fingers from the buzzard's neck; the gangly fucker was dead all right. I sank my
- [Juan](https://projectedletters.com/juan/) - i. Picture Seville, prudent with orange-groves. The sun plays like a gnossienne beneath the trees, a tormented harlequin writhing on the fine soil. The disgruntled lemon puckers. The lemon-lipped hidalgos seethe. And Juan is stealing from his lover's bed. Juan crawls on the dappled soil, a darkening sublimity. And the dappled syllable writhing on those
- [Head Up, Chin Down Straight](https://projectedletters.com/head-up-chin-down-straight/) - Bob can play a number of instruments, none of them well. He likes his guitar, an Ovation with a sensual, curving back. The guitar is useful because he can play it anywhere, in his room, in the living room if his father isn’t around, on the front step. Its sound can be quiet, non-confrontational. He
- [The Magic Orgy of the Pig](https://projectedletters.com/the-magic-orgy-of-the-pig/) - Now, this was not one of those cases in which a pig is killed in sacrifice and its private parts are gluttonously coveted as a divine relish, to be enjoyed only by the elders, as was the custom. This practice sensibly reinforced their hereditary capacity for the enthusiastic exercise of copulation. This time it
- [The Autobiography of Somebody Else](https://projectedletters.com/the-autobiography-of-somebody-else/) - 1. The End I went home—after three hungry years, a dozen awful addresses, and too many leftover 60s prophets and 80s mental patients, and my father met me at the highway bus stop in his new-smelling imported car and announced, "You know, I've technically become a millionaire." "Really?" I was impressed for a second. But
- [Bone White Death ](https://projectedletters.com/bone-white-death/) - Venerable Xoratio Rey is now very ill and there is no hope he will be able to live out his dream. That is why I am certain he will not resent me discussing him at this point. We all respected his work, but most of us realized too little about Xoratio's actual labor to be
- [La Estupidez de Cosas](https://projectedletters.com/la-estupidez-de-cosas/) - Rush hour was over but traffic in the city was still bad. The long summer days kept the streets busy. Chuy did not like this drive and did not enjoy going to his sister's. His mood got worse by the mile. His sister lived on the south side, in a neighborhood of little off-white stucco
- [One Oh For Tilly](https://projectedletters.com/one-oh-for-tilly/) - It didn't announce itself, the difference in the room, but it was there, of that he was positive. It wasn't the soft caress of the new blanket, or the deep-sensed mattress he'd never slept on before, or the grass-laden field-laden air entirely new to him pushing through the open window and tumbling like puppies on
- [A Wink For Luck](https://projectedletters.com/a-wink-for-luck/) - Abbott, West Virginia, the town with a funny name, was a funny place to live. Needing somewhere to hang for the winter, I settled there and bought this cedar log cabin. The first owner Stubbs was a coal minter dying of black lung in a hospice. Abe's Bar & Grill became my oasis. Along about
- [The Nickel](https://projectedletters.com/the-nickel/) - Shards of sunlight flickered off the car's bumper as it disappeared over a rise in the road. Josh stared at the bright bursts of light and breathed deeply, winded from his run through the woods behind the shack where he lived. As though it had been hiding until the car left, the silence crept back
- [N'Djokito](https://projectedletters.com/ndjokito/) - It was the penultimate day of the working week, after the English fashion. Dominguinho was glancing through the paper first thing in the morning, when he froze on the page of death notices, realizing he was staring at the picture of his great friend N'Djokito who, to his double stupefaction, had been dead for a
- [Dibcek](https://projectedletters.com/dibcek/) - Karel Dibcek woke up and thought for a moment that he was still in Prague. He lay warm inside the duvet, his head covered and his eyes still closed, listening for the familiar sounds of the trams and the car tyres skidding on the cobbles as they took the bend outside his apartment window. But
- [The Strongest Man In The World](https://projectedletters.com/the-strongest-man-in-the-world/) - Thirty-five years before he died, a man with straight and thick but graying hair hurried down the worn carpeting of a steep wooden staircase. Raul was just five years old, and this was the earliest visual memory he had of his grandfather. The man's stockinged feet shuffled alternately off each step like playing cards flying
- [Whale](https://projectedletters.com/whale/) - Portents were in the air. First, to be given a shilling was remarkable. We were both handed a piece of the silver and sent into the outdoors, to appreciate the sun, amuse ourselves, get out from under the adults' feet. As we walked towards the park our pace quickened. A new world lying before us,
- [The Sex of Angels / O Sexo dos Anjos](https://projectedletters.com/the-sex-of-angels-o-sexo-dos-anjos/) - I More excited than she'd ever been before, Ankbanatacha rushed into her parents' bedroom — feeling indulged as only a loving, guileless ten-year-old only child could be — where she found her father alone, getting ready for work. "Daddy, Daddy," the little girl cried. "Yes, girl, what is it," Perestrelo answered, only half listening because
- [The Year Of The Itch](https://projectedletters.com/the-year-of-the-itch/) - In this first summer night in the year of the itch, I watch the rain clouds collide and part in a dance as old as memory, and I stretch out my hand towards the shrouded moon, the skin between my fingers once again as smooth and translucent as that of a newborn. * *
- [Moses and Joe](https://projectedletters.com/moses-and-joe/) - "What kind of a name is Moses O'Reilly?" said Joe Babylon. I didn't answer him because I was too scared to talk. I was only ten years old, off my parents' property, alone, and he, an Afro-American, looked to weigh two-hundred pounds, my slight frame no match for his. "Well, aren't you gonna answer me?
- [Turning Over a New Leaf](https://projectedletters.com/turning-over-a-new-leaf/) - Cotton Barbeau thought of himself as both lucky and damn smart. He was called Cotton by everyone who knew him even though he had been given the Christian name of Edwin—Edwin Peale Barbeau III—because he had a shock of white hair he had been born with and kept even into his late fifties. White with
- [From Retelling](https://projectedletters.com/from-retelling/) - I felt an irritation on my right shoulder and tapped my skin. Something awoke in me. A new sense of awareness overtook me, even as I struggled with the need for clear definitions. Everything turned crisp, colors became more vivid, green became my magic domain. The air hung heavy, hot and steamy, and whatever breeze
- [The Most Natural Thing In The World](https://projectedletters.com/the-most-natural-thing-in-the-world/) - The note, if one word could be referred to as such, was on eggshell-blue stationery, and had come in a neat blank envelope, slipped under his door with sinister stealth while Henry was in school, probably, or down at Fantastic Worlds buying paperbacks, three for a dollar. He'd come home with an armload of Isaac
- [The Whistle Blowing](https://projectedletters.com/the-whistle-blowing/) - Christian Gimel was killed by a falling stand-up piano on the day The Dyke was painting the staircase in her apartment building. A chic couple was moving out of their apartment on Sheridan near the university for something closer to the city. As far as The Dyke knew, neither of them played. Christian Gimel, however,
- [Checkerboard Conscience](https://projectedletters.com/checkerboard-conscience/) - "Aren't we quaint — sitting around this stage prop of a country store with a leaky pickle barrel as our centerpiece? Reminds me of our love life — preserved in the crusty dill brine of seasons past." "Are you describing our love life or your genitalia? It's your move, Lucifer — and there's nothing wrong
- [Stills](https://projectedletters.com/stills/) - The day of, I find my husband in her room, kneeling in front of her bed. It is a moment suspended like a dream in the middle of the day. I wonder that we snatched this quiet time from the day, he to pray, me to wander into her room and find him like that.
- [Quentin at Peace](https://projectedletters.com/quentin-at-peace/) - September 1, 1970 ImageI have lived here for the past fifteen years eight of them alone save for Jason and Carruthers. They've endured as long as I have in this place, this house with its lovely garden and shaded trees and the road far enough removed that even in the worst time of the day
- [Fishing The Moody River](https://projectedletters.com/fishing-the-moody-river/) - Each morning she stood on the bank casting her line into the water and reeling it in slowly as white smoke curled around her nose from a cigarette lodged between her lips. She never puffed, just let them burn away as she stared into the deep brown water. Butts, burned down to the filters, littered
- [Berlin Letter](https://projectedletters.com/berlin-letter/) - Dear A, I'll keep adding to this as I go along. Maybe by the time I finish it, I'll have an address for you (B. says he's working on it; but can I trust him? Were you exaggerating the pass you claimed he made at you the day I left, as he drove you home
- [Maine Letter](https://projectedletters.com/maine-letter/) - The October edition of POETRY featured an annoying sequence of petulances entitled, collectively, “Antagonisms,” none more excruciating than earnest Eavan Boland’s cautious, provisional confession of failure to bond with Marianne Moore, who I’m sure she resents and detests. (The name Moore, of course, means Black, but the Moores were Orange, Baptist or Episcopal Irish; I don’t know about Boland,
- [Haiti Brief](https://projectedletters.com/haiti-brief/) - Almost 10 years have passed and Jean-Bertrand Aristide has failed to improve the lot of the Haitian people who trusted him so completely in 1994. A political crisis stemming from the flawed elections of 2000 has spurred bloody rebellion and Aristide finds himself in the Central African Republic, deposed for the second time. Aristide claims
- [The Azizam Poems](https://projectedletters.com/the-azizam-poems/) - the trembling that day in iran you weighed a honeydew's weight when you first took thick milk from your dune-gold mother, purblind with sucking, your angerless fists and voluptuous kicking, the beauty of hunger, the trembling love, this liquid verb love, this liquid verb, uttered even in your absence and by heavy
- [To Sidney's Defense etc.](https://projectedletters.com/657-2/) - TO SIDNEY'S DEFENSE The erected wit with its complete set of screws and mock I-beams and moist whimsy fluid in its jests, sit on bookshelves tickling their fondlers: No one fakes the howl of metaphor's swamp land or construction. A glum guy hawking his straight face limps to and collapses in your Lazyboy. A deadpan
- [Pronomial Adjective](https://projectedletters.com/pronomial-adjective/) - i. her, one perspective, is secular and simple with blue plastic eyes and split thumbprints. and, in a word her is ambiguous like variety flower packs from the local wal-mart, or similar. familiarly, she craves more than this world has to offer her in one breath, in one hand. her hangs her hopes on one street
- [A Pacific Vagrant etc.](https://projectedletters.com/a-pacific-vagrant-etc/) - A PACIFIC VAGRANT And so, in travel, I made my mind treasonable in every way, In treason to say I had eloped all those years With sail and steam-launch from Europe's heavy season, Having no love of Government, master or servant, Or the winter fields in their bloodless demeanour; And what blue dawn, to slip
- [Three Poems](https://projectedletters.com/three-poems/) - TWAS it was was a translucid partition between the consciousness here below: forfeiting all things-light she goes back over the world of the world of the calendar for that year tries to work out when she must have come back how long she must have come back over the superiod calendar for that year tries
- [Two Poems](https://projectedletters.com/two-poems/) - Map of America trace the pacific coast with your hand feel the moisture on your fingertips crossing the Missouri the storms off the gulf of mexico thrashing you taste the bitter flavor of the alcoholics the never really clean rest station toilets rotten seafood in the bars on park avenue enter with me enter the
- [Lowe's Cabins](https://projectedletters.com/lowes-cabins/) - We'd recommend them to anyone— As nice, but pricy (which is a lie)— Took our breakfast on the Lowes' Ephesian patio by that pool Mr. Lowe Disguised as a pond, which was cerulean And imaginary, tickling our prostrate appetites— Naturally dormant after those hours, They seemed like eons, of untroubled slumber In the steady susurruration
- [The Event Rose](https://projectedletters.com/the-event-rose/) - A child-slave's blood washes the feet of the black prince in the mute heart of Africa. The prince will later use his blood-soaked feet to escape the lynching mob. One expects the dead child's family will be in the mob. But the little chief will use his Mercedes as well. One can always rely on
- [The Wind](https://projectedletters.com/the-wind/) - Through habit, and for no other reason, they sat in a ring, each observer and observed. It was a way as good as any to see that nobody did anything. But if the sand keeps coming in the wind, what shall we do? Shall we stop the wind?asked the one who always asked two questions, so
- [The Emergence of Slow Purple](https://projectedletters.com/the-emergence-of-slow-purple/) - Here I was, forty-five years later, coming back to Saugus, looking to find something I had lost. Though I'd been told I was still considered somewhat quasi-handsome for my age, a place in the world carved by my love of and for tools, enfranchised in a hardware business that offered heady spoils and wealth beyond
- [Love in White & Black](https://projectedletters.com/love-in-white-black/) - Love in White Lucía blew out the eighteen candles of her white birthday cake in one go. She got the tip of her nose white with cream and her parents laughed merrily. Pedro, her boyfriend, waited impatiently at the back for the feast to end. Lucía's grandparents reminisced about the time they were eighteen;
- [Sentences](https://projectedletters.com/sentences/) - A Sentence in Transposition Cuban-American Style in Harlem a storefront restaurant pouring into a street a mélange of sweet, spicy, intensely fiery pepper, bitter scent pulls me into first, last Chinese-Cuba café, waiter hands over bi-lingual menu, half Mandarin, half Spanish, can't read either, so randomly point, & in a few minutes appears a massive
- [The Asylum Fields](https://projectedletters.com/the-asylum-fields/) - All the itinerant shadows of a man’s quiet hope dissected and his guts laid open for the crows. But see the place: varicose, unmaintained, pot-ridden and bike-butchering, restless for a perfect wreck. The woods, particalised and parsed into legends, recrop where crow is left unfettered, and their scares are gunshot silenced, and the farms clutter
- [The Poetry Project, or When the Shit Hit the Fan](https://projectedletters.com/the-poetry-project-or-when-the-shit-hit-the-fan/) - No one who lived in the East Village during the 1960s can forget the foetid smell in the tenement hallways and the reek of garbage on the street. Parallel with the journey which young poets made down Avenue B to clubs like Slugs was another kind of ordure a world away where the Vietnam War
- [Hunting The Duberrys](https://projectedletters.com/hunting-the-duberrys/) - He'd wound up pretty well and delivered a hell of a punch. It hurt a lot and I banged my head hard on the ground when I went down. I was seeing racing shapes in the darkness and tasting blood swirling around my gums. I could hear feet scuffing on the ground beside me and
- [The Hula Girl On Lot Six](https://projectedletters.com/the-hula-girl-on-lot-six/) - Not long ago, when his parents were alive and his sister didn't have to live in a trailer or dress up as an Arab, Oliver painted himself into a corner. This was back when they had all lived out among the rolling hills outside Defiance, Missouri, in a big old farmhouse. All the place needed
- [The Bank Robbery](https://projectedletters.com/the-bank-robbery/) - "I want us to ride over to Aeria," decided Mr. Bell early on the morning of the bank robbery. "We'll take your truck." "What for," said Reverend Evans politely. It was a cloudy morning. The sky was low and white. It was impossible to locate the sun overhead precisely. "I'll tell you, I checked your
- [Playing Your Hand](https://projectedletters.com/playing-your-hand/) - The first time I saw him was in our shift room. We were coming in mornings—early mornings. The night shift had already changed and they were lying on benches or sagging against walls looking ashen and mean as hungry vampires sensing the approaching dawn. He stood there: red-faced, brown-suited and uncontaminated. I marked him down

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