Author: Threepenny Editor

If I could make my mind blank there was a forcethat tied my shoes without me, but if I thought,I was a child caught in a net of gestures,half-measures, admonition,…

I went to work in the huge factoriesalong Newton Creek in Bushwick. At sunset I sidled up to a foremantallying pallets by the red water.At dawn I punched in, still…

I took a job at the Arnold Grill,topping off drafts with a paddlefor the Saint Johnsbury truckers. Tuesday nights my father came into buy a shot of muscateland nurse it…

We grew old in spurts. All our responses—rage, shame—were etched on our foreheads with a steel-nib Bic.Yet we could not feel them. Barely remember their names.Between the plenary and keynote…

Meghan O'Gieblyn

On the lee slope of the small coastal mountainwhich conceals the sun the first hour after its rising,in the dry, steep ravines, the livemist of the heat is seething like…

When I open my eyes, there’s the eastern innerborder of my home state,the hands greenish with creamy granularphosphorescence, and the hinge of the anglethe lake of my childhood: purple underthunderheads;…

When my hand is groping on the tool-room shelf for ex-marital liquor to drink by myself,it bumps something it knows by one bumpand rustle, one chocolate bar, with almonds, then…

Someone said, Do you miss the Bay Area,and suddenly I adored the phrase “the Bay Area,”as if “area” were a newly made wordmade between a body of water and a…

I’m glad that my mother was cremated whole,despite the operatic crackling andMedean explosions in the box, and the singingof the fat as it gave up its bright ghost,glad she was…