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Community, Our Community, Volume 8 2021, Writing

Community No. 64

In today’s Community, we are honored to re-introduce prose and poetry by Christie Cochrell and Alex Wells Shapiro. Christie Cochrell Death in Tesuque “My father and I left Tesuque on Monday as soon as it got light. So when they found the body in the swimming pool later that morning, strangled and ingloriously dead, they…

March 5, 2021

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Arts and Entertainment, Fiction, Literary Fiction, Literature, Nonfiction, Poetry, Prose

In today’s Community, we are honored to re-introduce prose and poetry by Christie Cochrell and Alex Wells Shapiro.

Christie Cochrell

Death in Tesuque

“My father and I left Tesuque on Monday as soon as it got light. So when they found the body in the swimming pool later that morning, strangled and ingloriously dead, they guessed we’d had something to do with it…”

Fiction on the Web
November 13, 2020

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In Suspension

“From the train window Elena watched a bird rising out of an English field. A perfect, ordinary thing—something she half-remembered underlining in a novel once, in some middle school class, profoundly stirred by a presentiment she hadn’t been able to name…”

Amarillo Bay
November 2020

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Komorebi

“Lynn closed the door against the eastern darkness and turned on every light she could find. The bulb inside the garnet-red hurricane glass, which turned on with an ornate key. The lamp with the dull tobacco-colored shade on the old pinewood desk. The reading light over the quilt-covered bed—brighter than expected….”

The Fourth River
July 16, 2020

Alex Wells Shapiro

Ends Meet

“Our apartment must hold
enough people to work off
the cost of living. We lower…”

Pangyrus
July 25, 2020

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Four Fables

“Strapped under the pits, bronzed Jerry Richardson flies away, sloppily offering a football by the nose to passerbys pausing at the spectacle like Jesus’s limp Sistine finger, easily fumblable if the ball wasn’t carved to be a part of his hand.”

Boudin – The McNeese Review
December 7, 2020

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Two Fables about Missed Connections at a Ballgame

“The immediacy of a rope pulled foul crests above the upper deck rail, at peak imitating the towering LEDs illuminating the game: We bend at the ball like stems straightening toward a bulb, or recoil, all reorienting to sips chatter and the Gram as the ball descends slicing underneath the overhang.”

Blood Tree Literature
June 1, 2020

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