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Timothy Agnew
Dec 57 min read
The Bus to Caldas
This slingshot city is a vibrant, perpetual pulse of phrenetic energy, and I am in love. Every morning around ten, the Botero Plaza bell...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 231 min read
Purge
they warned us about the storm that the water would be sucked from the sea and spit on us like dragons they pleaded with us as they faced...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 218 min read
No Uncomfortable Silences
It has become a benign ritual sitting here at dusk, swatting mosquitoes and percolating past shadows through our thoughts. I imagine we...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 1411 min read
Goodnight, Pataki
The body held little mass, and the skin of her face had tightened across the bones. Her hair had turned blue. When death took her, the...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 76 min read
The Post Artist
The artist walked in front of him through the rainforest path of the property. Costello stayed close, carefully observing his gait....
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 624 min read
The Fever of Clay
A man walking on the water. When Marcella first saw it she blinked her eyes. The morning light prismed across the blue of the ocean,...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 68 min read
The Fading of the Wally Byam Airstream Club
Doris Kristoff hunched in the chair, warming her numb fingers on the coffee mug. She felt the bruises under her arms where the man had...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 63 min read
Bliss
It was after midnight and Alexander Denmark lay staring at the yellow moon glow bathing the window blinds. The goddamn windows. The metal...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 626 min read
Juteland
(Published in the Roanoke Review, 2004) We found it tangled in the field mint weeds and honeysuckle vines, the pink stubby flesh...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 516 min read
The King and Me
Fiction Tobin stood over the deceased man’s mail fingering the envelopes on the desk. The young woman was in the front calling out...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 51 min read
rain
(this flash poem appeared in Spillwords ) lost in the rain somehow we tumbled into a humid moment of yesterdays and we let the rain...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 51 min read
kid ory
(this flash poem appeared in Spillwords) it seems like decades since I saw you last yet it was just behind today hidden in your voodoo...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 51 min read
nathanial
Flash Poetry savannah i misplaced my love for you tucked it into my pocket like a forgotten moment and still your eloquence pierces my...
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Timothy Agnew
Nov 57 min read
Boolean
boolean: A data type containing two values: true or false. When I had gone to see Margaret at the hospital, seen her lying there wrapped...
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