On her desk sit the letters. There are two now, from the same person; the penpal, as Maeve has begun to think of whoever it is. They are written in a scrawled hand that looks like a child’s, a mix…
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Now, a word from our Jessa: The last time we had an open call for submission to Spolia, we received work only from men. Don’t get us wrong—we love men. I know we publish disproportionately, more women than men, so…
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If we start with? Certainly, I was born. Place grew up? Shorn and torn! The were your parents? School I went. Student? Yes. And after? Settles to her usual telling tale. Stuff done. Laughter. Gallivanted ways. Disowning a self ‘all…
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Isabel, I will build you a castle with a moat and fill it with dragons. I will teach you to see with clearer eyes, offer you an enchanted world with only libraries and birdsong.
The next time Howie saw Deaton at the bar inside the Starlight Café, the older man was subdued and almost sullen as he slowly paged through the latest issue of North Florida Weekly. Howie had just sold a fluff piece…
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“That’s all well and good,” Mannheim said. “What can you deal?” Chan rattled off a list of pit games: Blackjack, Pai Gow, Caribbean Stud, Two and Three Card Poker, and the many variants thereof. “The only games I cannot deal,”…
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The Henry James Tribute Album is now available for purchase. Musicians get to do this all of the time. They get to take apart a Leonard Cohen song or a Beatles song or a Joni Mitchell song and make it…
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In the Disappearance issue of Spolia, Gus Iversen plays with the idea of nostalgia, making up condensed stories to go along with found photographs of unknown people. More of these stories have been collected under the title Nostalgia For Things…
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Pilar is in her usual place by the entrance to the market, sitting with a dozen eggs in the nest of her black dress. Beside her is a crate of crawling caracoles, a jumble of pewter, watery bodies that emerge from their…
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Lost or damaged artworks form the interstitial space in the Disappearance issue of Spolia. Stolen, damaged, destroyed (sometimes by the artists themselves), or simply censored — the many ways in which works of art disappear raise questions pertaining to their…
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