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Thirteen

by on Oct 2, 2012 in Poetry | 0 comments

by Rachel Swirsky   Jacob’s wife is always screaming: Cheat! Scoundrel! Layabout! Scrooge! Jacob takes solace in the mausoleum. Girls there are quiet.   He finds a dead woman, worms in her mouth. They court, cavort. Three dead fetuses swell her dead womb, born blue and silent....

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Decomposition

by on May 1, 2012 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

By Rachel Swirsky PART ONE: LIVING New Year’s celebrations crashed through the streets of Whitcry in a din of masks and swirling petticoats. Pottery smashed against cobbles, women’s shouts echoed from garrets, men groaned and fought and pissed. Sour smells of alcohol and vomit mingled in...

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Black, Red, White

by on May 17, 2011 in Poetry | 0 comments

by Rachel Swirsky On her wedding day she is red and black and white: cheeks flushed with desire, dark hair spilling over bridal gown. She sits before her mirror, toasting the best man. He smiles, tips scarlet tablets into her ruby wine. “To celebrate,” he says. He is the...

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