After an hour in that little chapel, its air conditioning going full blast, being outside was a relief. The day was warm and sunny, so we stopped at this cafe on a quiet street with outdoor seating. It was almost noon, but...
Read MoreWhen I went to fill out my very first profile on a dating app, I froze at the prompt: “I’m happiest when…” My mind went blank. I struggled for words to end the sentence, the way you struggle for a memory that’s just at the edge...
Read MoreFor John William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott hangs above my headboard reminds me that marveling in pre-Raphaelite mirrors has its price since living in reflections drains the imagination…cripples one’s character; each night I...
Read More“Nights in White Satan” played on your phonograph we moved to the rhythms of Moog synthesizers, Moody lyrics, and social revolution, touching each other’s minds with words of our own: promises, confessions, lipped gestures and...
Read MoreWhen cottonwood fibers windsurf on the breeze And smoldering August night curtains close Scarlet-yellow scars brush maple leaves Butterflies couple, geese migrate in rows. Wolf packs howl at the blood moon overhead Grey...
Read MoreElsa Lanchester, the Bride of Frankenstein. hung above my bed next to a crucifix the former my chosen heartthrob as ten-year-old peers invested a growing interest in women via popular culture, crushing hard on Anne Margaret,...
Read MoreThe absolute messiness of indecision, the absolute messiness of dirt on the floor, the absolute messiness of how I got here. I carry the landscape, generations of hopes and desires, in this thin china cup that has lasted several...
Read MoreI once saw the face of God. A vast and sudden slice of radio silence, among the noisy heavens. That evening I dreamed that I listened to one side of a conversation I never should have overheard. And so I do not watch the skies...
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Nikolas Macioci earned a PhD from The Ohio State University. Nik is the author of...
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