Jessica Hammack
Free Country

Jessica Hammack - Free Country

Poetry
Jessica Hammack is from Morgantown, West Virginia. Her poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, Seneca Review, Redivider, The Pinch, and Still: The Journal, and her… Read more »
Hayden Saunier
Monotype

Hayden Saunier - Monotype

Poetry
Hayden Saunier’s work has been widely published in journals and awarded a Pushcart Prize, Rattle Poetry Prize, Pablo Neruda Prize, and featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and The Writers Almanac.… Read more »
Christopher Blackman
Three-Day Weekend

Christopher Blackman - Three-Day Weekend

Poetry
Christopher Blackman is a poet from Columbus, Ohio. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Kenyon Review, DIAGRAM, Cleaver Magazine, Southeast Review, and Sixth Finch, among other… Read more »
Terrance Owens
외국인

Terrance Owens - 외국인

Poetry
Terrance Owens has had poems appear in PANK, Quarterly West, The Adirondack Review, and Lake Effect, among others. He lives in Seoul, South Korea. Read more »

Three-Day Weekend

Christopher Blackman

Up there, it narrows from two lanes to one, backing up traffic the whole way home, but I don’t mind. It’s Friday before dark and I’m in love with the world again, from the opening bars of “Hotel California” to the quality of the light at this particular hour, this longest possible interval before being thrust back to the working week once more. The men and women who fought for our rest wanted it this way: three days of freedom, instead of two. Life is full of compromise— we zipper merge, each vehicle ceding ground to the next until we’re a single line, the shadows of trees and buildings passing across my eyes like a zoetrope. A century and a half ago, in Europe, my family’s store was burned, so they came to America and sold matchbooks, their lives a testimony to the effectiveness of their product. When I’m depressed, I feel guilty for having grown soft in relative comfort, despite my ancestors’ sacrifice. I don’t even want to look at the wreck that caused us to come together, though it seems like a bad one— splintered pole, downed lines, flashing lights. No way anybody walked away from that.
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