Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Internal Compass

Internal Compass

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There was always something alluring about disclosure with strangers, the assurance that your secrets or failings would be forgotten, buried away in that person’s mind as they took a train to a different city, met a different person, until all the new memories fell as thick snow over the slender tracks of your disclosure.more

Adapt and overcome

Adapt and overcome

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Things like this made grunts hate rear echelon folks: Marines who sit behind computers in AC and call home twice a week while we wash our nuts with baby wipes and wait impatiently for handwritten letters from our moms and girlfriends to arrive.more

United State

United State

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Tilting under the bucket’s weight, I turn, the bucket slamming the baseball-sized patch of necrotic skin on my leg where the graft failed, where dead black skin mottled with pale-yellow melted cheese. I limp over to their precious dirt pile to dump out while Scotty the commercial fisherman glares at me.more

Starter Husband

Starter Husband

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We were in our penultimate days then—that stage where we were still in marital counselling with the social worker with the hooker boots and every one of my failings was a metaphor for something sinister.more

There Are Too Many TV’s in American Restaurants

There Are Too Many TV’s in American Restaurants

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Ellen has chicken in her mouth when the president is shot. Momma has chicken, Andrew has chicken, we’re all eating chicken.more

Calluses

Calluses

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Innocence is an epidermis, shielding our sensitive nerves from pain. Upon seeing death, that skin sloughs off all at once, a full-body degloving, and even the pressure of the air around you becomes too much to bear, a searing pain that never quite stops, ebbing for a time, then flooding back.more

Star in Shining Armor

Star in Shining Armor

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Looters ran from burning homes carrying televisions and vases. On the lawn across from her, a prayer circle held hands and begged for deliverance. Below, two men wrestled on the ground with knives and broken bottles. Sandra studied the liquors next to her.more

Untitled in Parts

Untitled in Parts

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I have felt insanity in depths and breadth, but you do not feel like insanity. You feel like home, wrapped in mystery, tied in insanity. I know how to tell the difference.more

The Woman Who Set Herself On Fire

The Woman Who Set Herself On Fire

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By the time she was an adult, her daily life was a bonfire. Up in flames to please her boss. Crackling when taking her daughter to dance class after a long day. An inferno when making the family meals.more

When your dead cousin visits

When your dead cousin visits

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When your dead cousin visits, you’re pleased he doesn’t smell of garbage-strewn alleys and rank BO, like his late-night poundings on your door when he’s all Come on cuz, you’ve always had it better than me, share the wealth.more