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Thirsty

July 30, 2020 2 Comments

 

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Lynn Pattison’s work is forthcoming in Ruminate and has appeared in Smartish Pace, Rattle, Pinyon, The Notre Dame Review, Tinderbox, Bear River Review, and Moon City Review, and others. Her work has also been included in several anthologies. She is the author of four poetry collections: tesla's daughter (March St. Press); Walking Back the Cat (Bright Hill Press) and Light That Sounds Like Breaking (Mayapple Press). Matryoshka Houses (Kelsay Press) debuts this summer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses

Michael Pacholski
Michael Pacholski

August 10, 2020

“A melty, quiet fuck” — I LOVE THAT. I’ve read this story 4x now which is something I almost never do. It’s rough edged and brutal almost not in style but in the narrative. There’s a cold casual matter of fact delivery — the part about ‘dropping his daughter and heading to Vegas’ leads me to so much curiosity about the narrator’s relationship to the deceased, their relationship too to the one being dropped off that I’ll probably re and re and re read. Now, the story isn’t COMPLETE yet, but Im wanting more in a good way. So much so that I’m sounding like I’m some kind of editor or something:)

Karen
Karen

August 04, 2020

many elements of a dying relationship, many days Before his passing

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