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PAMELA RYDER Paradise Field

Let’s not futz around.  I’m old, a Jew, a man who, but for the fates in charge of the trivialities, might have been Ryder’s father.  Well, for all that, I am Ryder’s father or, anyhow, a father of Ryder and … Continue reading

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Proposition : Padgett Powell

You can’t ramble around the woods in your truck going to fish camps without drinking. You’ll meet up with an appointed manager of a landing that has one or two boats go out a day, or a week, and he’ll … Continue reading

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Thanks to The Millions for their support of Ottessa Moshfegh and Unsaid:   HOMESICK FOR ANOTHER WORLD, by Ottessa Moshfegh: “A long, dull day of jury duty in 2008 was redeemed by a lunchtime discovery of Unsaid magazine and its … Continue reading

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From the Unsaid Archives / Help Yourself! / Ottessa Moshfegh / (From Unsaid Three)

This is me: one out of billions, not destitute, never married, not well traveled, a fan for music, like those long drawling symphonies, church songs, blind men on the piano, all that beautiful misery. My name is Bettina Clark. I … Continue reading

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From the Unsaid Archive: Martin By Kate Wyer (From Unsaid Six)

1 My head becomes raw as the heat leaves. The heat leaves me through my head, my feet. The darkness of a snow-sky, a white-lie, and more snow coming. Black corn stalks sharp against my instep. I count my steps … Continue reading

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From the Unsaid Archives: The Warm Settlements By Michael Kimball (From Unsaid Six)

  I am so close to me she stays with me. Can you see from her all the way to the end of my life? We waited for the transformation together. I could listen to her body temperature and she … Continue reading

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From the Unsaid Archives: Bird Hills By Michele Forster (From Unsaid Seven)

  Hemlocks laddered by pegs of broken branches. Remnants of things I knew, people I love, and can’t climb anymore. The rings of this stump are the years I have lived. Each pushing out from the one from before. A … Continue reading

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