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Member since April 22, 2009 | 1,885 Readings |

Ryan MacDonald

Ryan MacDonald was born in Kansas City, Missouri. Additional writing, video work and sculpture is now and will soon be seen, heard, and read at the Continental Review, Notnostrums, Fast Forward Vol 2., Compendium, Sprung Formal 2008, and Brief Epigrams: more or less.

Recent Work

to be read aloud with a lisp

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The teapot steamed and stood steaming for some time as teapots will do without the assistance of someone removing them from the stoves where they...

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/ Today I elbowed my way into a crowd of onlookers. We stood staring down into an enormous gulf, or gorge, I forget which. I asked the woman next to...

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/ Behind our house, at the foot of a hill, the woods begin and then stretch on for miles to a creek where my sister and I sometimes wade. My father...

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I woke up freezing in the cab of my pick up truck. I could tell by the light loom of blue in the sky it was a sluggish dawn. I sat up and saw that I...

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I caught a crawdad in the creek and scrambled through the woods to show my mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen. I could not breathe when I...

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You Know How It Is when You Go into a Room?

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I was in the store when I thought barf structure. / Then, on a different day, I thought I should change my name / to Thomas—talk to my...

Little Mexican Girls

Luke Bloomfield

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Little Mexican girls have found me. / They throw away their dolls and jog in circles around me. / They laugh in a disconcerting dialect. / Their...

Causing an Impressed

Jordan Stempleman

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What's the worst of the cement truck, that unwifed / shape pouring out, airplane far off or the sanctuary / so unowned and immature? / As I...

from Lost Poems

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Season 6, Episode 3: What Kate Did / / I think about running. / / Reminiscent of electricity / / like some kind of torture. / / A...

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