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Gregg Williard
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Gregg Williard
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Gregg Williard was born in Columbus, Ohio and spent his formative years as a writer and painter in New York City. He lives in Madison, Wisconsin and works as an ESL teacher for refugees. His essay “MHW” won the 2019 Brooklyn Film and Arts non-fiction prize, and he is celebrating twenty-four years as the host and producer of the book-reading show “Fiction Jones” on non-commercial WORT FM.
 

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Vol. 82
Conjunctions:82
Works & Days
Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

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Rendered
by Julia Juster
July 24, 2024
On Valentine’s Day, Milo strings a horse-shaped piñata from the ceiling light in our living room, and I walk by twice before noticing it swaying there. The light is off and the horse is dark, but I am not unobservant. Part of me accepts a horse swinging in my periphery. Milo makes up a real reason for me to go back down the hall and, when I look for the space heater, I find the horse hanging. He dangles from a yellow jump rope, and I am so happy to see him in my house. Milo hands me the stick. “You need,” he says, “to kill a horse.”
 
Into the Arms of the Man on the Moon
by Yannick Murphy
July 17, 2024
There is the man on the moon. Go to him. Get bread from him, drink his water. Take your dog, Blue to him. Take your mother. She is skiing outside around the house. Stop her, tell her that Blue is going also. Take the gander, Henry. He is short in the legs. Leave me Iris. I have seen her eat feed in a pattern.
 
Permanent Collection
by Joe Sacksteder
July 10, 2024
Marcie decided on Vertigo because she’d recently encountered several texts in quick succession that made extensive reference to it: Chris Marker’s time travel film told in still images, La Jetée, Terry Gilliam’s unlikely Hollywood adaptation, 12 Monkeys, and a story by Bennett Sims called “White Dialogues” about an embittered academic seething in an auditorium during a lecture being given by the hot new thing in Hitchcock studies. The coincidence made her feel involved with the film, and vice versa, in a way that evades more specific description.