by Nick Tabone | Apr 27, 2022 | Poetry
I always arrive back to the ship in a funk, and I don’t mean the Bootsy Collins kind. On the highway at four in the morning,my high beams are twin projectors projecting the last three months ashore on the black asphalt screen ahead of me.Mentally unpacking...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 18, 2022 | Non-fiction, Uncategorized
“For the beautiful is nothing other than the onset Of what is terrifying. “ Rilke I was eight years old when I killed the family dog on a warm Good Friday in early April. The night before I’d lain in bed and said prayers in my...
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