Joan Silber Reads “Evolution”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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Brudie's Penus Was in Every Portal of My Body
"I heard myself howl. Brudie had left me without anything, in the middle of nowhere," she writes. "My poor mother, russell had been home for a while and fed me some spaghetti." Russell was not happy about her staying one more night but he took her to the airport anyway.
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