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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 lives in Wilmington, Delaware. His stories and poems can be found or are forthcoming in Third Coast, RHINO Poetry, The Los Angeles Review, Lunch Ticket, Maudlin House, and elsewhere.