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Two Poems by Nathan Graziano
Relative to Guns 'N' Roses In a box in the basement, strewn with cobwebs, I find a photo album and the ratty blond wig I wore one Halloween in college when I dressed as my alter ego, the front man of a … Continue reading
The Androgynous Coat, fiction by Nathan Graziano
I finished my beer, took a hit off the bowl Toby left packed on the coffee table and grabbed my car keys. “Let’s hit the bar,” I called to Toby, who was in his bedroom. “Come here for a second,” … Continue reading
Opening Day, fiction by Nathan Graziano
The forecast is calling for rain on Opening Day—not showers, but a holy-shit-the-sky-is-pissing April downpour. He packs his books into the boxes he picked up at the liquor store while his wife stands in the doorway to their bedroom, her … Continue reading
New Fiction from Nathan Graziano
Not for Vegetarians I. I had never killed anything other than bugs, and I told Jay, who laughed and put me in a headlock. “You need to go duck hunting with me tomorrow afternoon,” he said, and it wasn’t a … Continue reading
