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“You’re at the bottom of the fucking world.”
That night I lay awake, hours after he’d fallen asleep. He was content, I guess, with our apologies to each other. After all, we were both overtired, and the best thing, really, was to put the whole unpleasant in- cident behind us. But as the night wore on and the wind came up from Fish Hoek bay, I thought again of the ghost soldiers, half hoping, half fearing to see
them marching through the bedroom. But they never came. Not that night, and not the night after.
Minnich earned an MFA in Creative Writing from City College of New York, where she received the Meyer Cohen Award for Excellence in Literature. Her writing, both fiction and nonfiction, has been published in Coffin Factory, Promethean, POZ, MAMM and Z magazines, among others. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, and teaches Composition, Creative Writing, and Literature at City College of New York.
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A Portrait
oil paint, silkscreen ink, silver leaf, varnish on aluminum panel
28 1/4'' x 20 3/4'' x 1 3/4'' framed By Andro Wekua