Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Obituary / Bryant Farmer (1975-2025)

Obituary / Bryant Farmer (1975-2025)

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As her non-existent father figure, Gwyneth shall mourn him for what could have been rather than what was.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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My wife says I need to give a shit. I say I never understood that expression. Who would want to be given shit? She agrees that it’s a peculiar expression, but that’s beside the point.more

THE BLENDER

THE BLENDER

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Sometimes it’s too much, just too much. Really, God, if you’re up there, I just don’t know what’s wrong with you, sometimes. Can’t you give a Jew a break?more

Your Feature Presentation Will Begin Momentarily

Your Feature Presentation Will Begin Momentarily

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Instead of sitting in my mother’s living room, thirty-one, drunk, and jobless, I would be twenty-one, sober, and doing something responsible and worthwhile and American, like fighting in a war somewhere, and everything would look like a 1940s comic bookmore

Still Life with Brass Section and Sea Creatures as Mixed Metaphors

Still Life with Brass Section and Sea Creatures as Mixed Metaphors

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Your body is a dead and rusty brass section. French-horn shoulders and cornet forearms, tuba torso, your head a trumpet that cannot sing of how you’ve come to be this funky metal. When you speak, it’s all screeching off-pitch.more

Neil’s Prostate

Neil’s Prostate

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Honestly, I thought I meant more to Neil. For every orgasm, from his shady teenage fumblings in sullied sheets to the creation of both his sons, I was there. Always reliable. Plugging away. Doing my prostate thing.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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We die, he says. Utters that last syllable bombastically—spits it out with firework freshness, so much so that I swear I can see the concept of death colliding with his premature psyche, making its meteoric crater in the smooth terrain of his young and innocent mind.more

Soundtrack

Soundtrack

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What forty-three-year-old husband with a teen who just passed her written driver’s test and has only liberal arts colleges on her list to visit should be thinking about changing careers? And who is he to think any of this rumination will get him anywhere?more

Smart-Ass Epistemologies

Smart-Ass Epistemologies

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After her daughter was accepted into the top-ranked university in the country, my sister-in-law—ex-sister-in-law—took up the habit of disagreeing with me about things I wasn’t even trying to agree on.more

Anamorphosis: From Hero to Zero and Backwards

Anamorphosis: From Hero to Zero and Backwards

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It would not be a stretch to say that Sabir Khalilov was the sole architect of his own downfall. Known as much for his brazen antics as for his paintings, Khalilov had finally and spectacularly lost the plot.more