Ira Sadoff

Oklahoma City: The Aftermath

Sometimes I’m so lachrymose I forget I was there with my darling – I call her my darling to make her more anonymous, so she can’t take up all the space in my brain. But please, can I continue, or must I look away from such openness, those spools of light bringing red and fine […]

17 years ago

Revival

I was standing between two screams: shortcomings the virus I spread through a crowd. This time the stage was heated and galloping, and vital life forces were the sheen of a horse’s back after a run. The water was choppy too when the nun removed her habit and waded into the river. Wading into the […]

17 years ago

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