Consider these words close enough and you too can be part of the story. My muse. Person on the other side of the screen. You, reader: the shadow casted from the...
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Alice Liddell felt boxed in. “In this body, in this town, in this goddamn head of mine,” she said, eating the previous night’s birthday cake for breakfast...
I went to the man’s house to see for myself. Plenty of others did too. There were people from the news there but mostly pick-up trucks I recognized from living ...
I’m waiting for space to approach time
the way sound races behind some Mach-numbered aircraft,
fast and nervous like locker room glances.
Space is just doing...
Adam Gianforcaro is a writer living in Wilmington, Delaware. His stories, poems, and essays can be found in Hobart, CHEAP POP, Maudlin House, Palette Poetry, RHINO, The Cincinnati Review miCRo series, and elsewhere. He was an Honorable Mention in The Maine Review’s 2021 Embody Awards and a winner of Button Poetry’s 2018 Short Form Contest.