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Member since April 22, 2009 | 900 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...

(4)

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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...

(3)

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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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THE FAMILY UNIT IS A COMPOUND OF UNITS

Luke Bloomfield

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The boy did not have anything to do so he kicked an / imaginary ball into the ocean many miles away. / A woman emerged from the water and said...

Senorita Durable

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She was a lousy senorita. The lousiest senorita. She / would slap you. She would bite you. She would jump / you. You couldn't do anything right....

BECAUSE YOU CAN HAVE THIS IDEA ABOUT BEING...

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It is not an answer I am mapping. A definite / and timely expression of acceptance. / The burn bags are missing and what can this / mean? Error...

from Back Room Poems

Jordan Stempleman

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Before the cannon was on the small side, / I knew just how comfortable / an explosion could sound. / / Magic begs us / not to call this...

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