List of Programs Broadcast by CNN, Late Winter 2021 | Poetry

Sasha Debevec-McKenney

I have to have an Early Start. I wriggle into the New Day like my favorite pair of yellow pants. My apartment is my CNN Newsroom and the female anchor scratches in her litter box. At This Hour I always dance in front of my SAD lamp, because “Dance in front of SAD lamp” is always on my To Do list. My To Do List also says, “why not put...

the impersonal and the mythic , ok , I wish | Poetry

Benjamin Krusling

that was never really meant to happen I still want a part of desperate living even with the jaws getting sick of general pacifism but that’s all in an evening screening . to be in the USA no less , most mysticism seems inadequate to it , so whatever’s happening at least bears the ripped muscle of a journey through a few paid-for programs . and I asked , I...

what kind of person can watch images going by | Poetry

Benjamin Krusling

as history – so my life goes around again , irreversibly . it spirals upward like newspaper , celluloid . the stakes rise and sink – but the ceiling’s so low I can hardly dream straight . this is the mystery of art , it seems to wither to death before you , conceptually , when a head is separated from a shared plane or they find someone else’s teeth...

Hindsight | Poetry

Jessica Laser

For D.P. Staring out over a field of bees and grasses, wildflowers and ticks, knowing it was no place to lie down, that we couldn’t lie down in it, something happened to me related to difficulty.  Let me start from the beginning. We were difficult people arising from our mothers’ difficulties in a shrinking because globalizing economy that made us think we could be kings, if only we invested correctly,...

Day #1144, #1167, #1403 | Fiction

Solvej Balle

#1144 I have met someone who remembers. Yesterday. That is to say, I met him yesterday. But he remembers yesterday, too. He remembers that we met yesterday. Well, actually, we met the day before, but we didn’t speak until yesterday. Yesterday he acquired a name. His name is Henry Dale, and I don’t need to tell him that time has ground to a halt. He already knows. And he knows...

Mormon Lake Hotshots | Fiction

Samuel Jensen

They sat under the stars and he had finally, a little after the fact, brought her around. Henry had expected all sorts of things from the process of moving from the city to the desert, but the one thing he hadn’t foreseen was his wife’s hesitation. He’d conquered his own in private, before mentioning the idea. Then he’d accidentally made Naomi perform hers in the open. His wife — who...

Working | Fiction

Stephanie Wambugu

My boyfriend Ed couldn’t keep supporting me on one income. He didn’t say so, but I knew. The nights out were fewer and fewer. And he never bought new clothes anymore. He was taking any work he could get on the side — tutoring, copywriting — and he was talking about getting another teaching job on top of the adjunct situation he already had. Asking his parents for another loan...

Fluff | Fiction

Matteo Ciambella

My friend who fell asleep at the New Year’s Eve sex party said the conversation there was lacking. “I didn’t expect it from an orgy,” she said. “So much talk about nothing.” I told her the same problem plagues my field. “So academics also wear cow costumes to have sex?” I laughed. “I was referring to all the talk about nothing,” I said. “Ah, I see. So no cows, no...

Dear Lillington Families | Fiction

Owen Park

For several months of my twenty-third year, I received an automated phone call every weekday from a number with a North Carolina area code. The purpose of the call was to inform me that the school bus was running late. After a while I stopped picking it up, and it went to voicemail. Dear Lillington families, the prerecorded message always began, in the tinny, rather severe voice of a woman...

God-Like Confidence | Donald Trump’s Cult of Faith

Tope Folarin

“Trump is unique among modern American presidents for his seeming lack of deep religious orientation,” the CNN correspondent MJ Lee wrote in 2017. Trump no longer belongs to a church, but he grew up attending services — first at a local Presbyterian ministry in Queens, and then at a church led by Norman Vincent Peale, the Protestant minister turned self-help guru. “Obstacles are simply not permitted to destroy your happiness...