Confused for Rising Moon (Valentine’s Eve)

By Pete Simonelli “It fairly booms down on us tonight with the sky so clear, and through us as if we were ruins, as if we were ghosts.” –August Kleinzahler But it wasn’t, on a mid-winter evening, rising as we made our way in on over the bridge. Not the moon, no, but a building’s [...]

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Solo

By Pete Simonelli Ana slips deep into the corner of the sofa lights a smoke and curls her legs fast among the crumbs and coins saying little or nothing at all to withstand that deepening stare that whips up a pass through anonymous but inviting climes and comes perched despite her critical stores of boredom [...]

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On Spirit

By Pete Simonelli Long after the music has stopped, and the people have all gone home, we can speak of a spirit, Jack —how, staring into it, certain memories drift uncontrolled through the vast and empty room. Tears in Italy, hungry, over a bowl of hot soup. Neglected in Paris. The Browns and Steelers game [...]

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