Jenny Bahn Archive

• 1August 2, 2011

  These Ghosts Travel, by Jenny Bahn

  It’s nearing midnight in the American Airlines terminal at LAX.  Gate 42B.  These marbled and carpeted floors have become all...

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• 1July 19, 2011

  Go See, by Jenny Bahn

  12:09 p.m. I’m late.  I walk into the casting and ask for Candace.  She steps out from the back wearing...

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• 5July 6, 2011

  For The Birds, by Jenny Bahn

  It rains all day.  Not in manageable sprinkles but in impossible, regular torrents.  We walk around Woodstock, which is really...

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• 2June 29, 2011

  By The Grace Of, by Jenny Bahn

  The terminal is familiar but I don’t recognize the name of the airline I am supposed to fly on. Something...

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• 2June 22, 2011

  Working Through June, by Jenny Bahn

  I wake up from a nap even though I should just sleep until morning.  It’s only seven.  I’ve left my...

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• 5June 7, 2011

  Older & Lamer, by Jenny Bahn

  I leave a party early.  I didn’t drink.  I didn’t smoke cigarettes out on a balcony hanging over Canal Street. ...

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• 0June 1, 2011

  The Nothing Days, by Jenny Bahn

  I wake up to the sound of thunder, rain against my dirty windows.  Lightning cracks somewhere far off; the telling...

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• 0May 17, 2011

  Don’t Fight The Weird, by Jenny Bahn

  AZZ EVERYWHERE!  AZZ!  AZZ!  EVERYWHERE! In front of us, on a stage flanked by dusty marigold curtains, a sweaty black...

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• 0May 3, 2011

  Newness, by Jenny Bahn

  These near-summer nights are like heaven to me.  A warm blanket for my frozen hands.  A good book for my...

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• 1April 19, 2011

  A Heart On Hold, by Jenny Bahn

  I want to come see you…is that terribly silly? I was an emotional masochist.  I did things I knew would...

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