Christian Molenaar

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Category: Nothings

  • Two Poems for Thanksgiving

    November 27, 2025

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    Nothings

    One day is there of the seriesTermed Thanksgiving DayCelebrated part at table,Part in memory. Neither patriarch nor pussy,I dissect the play;Seems it, to my hooded thinkingReflex holiday. Had there been no sharp subtractionFrom the early sum,Not an acre or a captionWhere was once a room, Not a mention, whose small pebbleWrinkled any bay, —Unto such, Read more

  • From Ashes Like the Phoenix

    November 20, 2025

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    Nothings

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  • The Scavenger Hunt

    November 13, 2025

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    Nothings

    William T. Vollmann, The Rainbow Stories Read more

  • 11/11/25

    November 11, 2025

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    Nothings

    Autumn of 1925 saw my existence in decline. Then I killed some guys and it was downhill in a wagon with no brakes from there. Read more

  • November 6, 18—

    November 6, 2025

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    Nothings

    They (writers) publish books for the pleasure of seeing them printed and bound, without remembering the saddest aspects of their lives will end up contained in those pages. Read more

  • Established

    November 5, 2025

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    Nothings

    But Ivanov said ah, love, and Ansky, in his fashion, also said ah, love. So over the next few days he set out in tireless search of Nadja Yurenieva, and at last he found her, wearing her long leather jacket, sitting in one of the lecture halls at the University of Moscow, looking like an Read more

  • The Great Flood

    November 4, 2025

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    Nothings

    Rilke was eternally someone’s houseguest. Once he had fifty different addresses in four years. Read more

  • November 3rd, 1952

    November 3, 2025

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    Nothings

    You looked at the hills and they were rolling hills that made you wonder who you were and how you got here. The hills had no more connection to your life than a calendar with a picture of hills, old rolling hills set above a river, fixed to some kitchen wall. Read more

  • An Offering

    October 31, 2025

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    Nothings

    For a time, Sherry was the only girl available at the Honey Route. The regulars weren’t spending so freely, and it was down to guys who stopped by, passing custom, the kind who, once they’d come in and gotten a beer in hand weren’t going to blink. Every Monday a trucker named Clark, the liquor Read more

  • The Encircling Never

    October 30, 2025

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    Nothings

    The bartender reached for a freshly washed glass and shook the droplets of water from it. He reached for the bottle of gin and poured. Read more

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“The impossible is the least that one can demand.”

James Baldwin | The Fire Next Time