Jenny Bahn Archive

• 2January 17, 2012

  A Cell With White Walls, by Jenny Bahn

  “He’s here.” Carey has rounded the corner and is facing me with her tan skin and her beautiful hair, her...

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• 3January 10, 2012

  Flight, by Jenny Bahn

  I’m taking half pills of Dominican Xanax to sleep through the next seven uncomfortable hours of my life, crammed in...

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• 0December 20, 2011

  A Mind Unrelenting, by Jenny Bahn

  I feel as though I’ve been pressure cooked for the last four hundred days, maybe less.  I don’t know.  I...

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• 1November 1, 2011

  Bleach, by Jenny Bahn

  I don’t remember most of the flight. I sleep through two hours of it, dozing off to the roaring of...

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• 0October 18, 2011

  Show Casting, by Jenny Bahn

  Go see, go see, go see. I ain’t good at this. And even if you are good at this, what...

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• 2September 27, 2011

  From JFK To FML, by Jenny Bahn

  Everyone stands to disembark.  The man in front of me keeps his red neck pillow around him like a clown...

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• 0September 20, 2011

  Grace Kelly Gringa, by Jenny Bahn

  After an hour and a half on the subway and three hours in the air, I’ve got another four hours...

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• 1August 30, 2011

  Friendly Prisons, by Jenny Bahn

  Years ago, when I was young, I had a friend named Lucas who told me about trips back home to...

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• 1August 23, 2011

  Summer Storm, by Jenny Bahn

  I sit on my pier at the end of the street – the one I’ve ignored for two months too...

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• 0August 16, 2011

  Front Burner, by Jenny Bahn

  We are a car of two boys and two girls.  The boys all dark and tan; one descendant of Mexico...

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