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Marc Anthony Richardson
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Marc Anthony Richardson
An artist and novelist from Philadelphia, Marc Anthony Richardson won the Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Prize and an American Book Award for his debut novel, Year of the Rat (Fiction Collective Two, 2016). Richardson is also the recipient of a PEN America grant, a Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright fellowship, and a 2021 Creative Capital award. He teaches creative writing at the University of Pennsylvania and in 2021 will be a writer-in-residence at Rhodes University in Grahamstown, South Africa. “Night Is the Best Counsel” is an excerpt from his upcoming novel, Messiahs (Fiction Collective Two, 2021).

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Vol. 78
Fear Itself
Spring 2022
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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May 25, 2022
Your sister is losing her voice. It feels like it happened overnight, her lips turning into rubber, but it’s been almost four months, and your sister, who would have suffocated you for calling her doll-like, spends her days sitting by the window, looking at everything and nothing, all at once. For what it’s worth, you try to remind her of her human self. You clamp down on the flap of fat on her arms but not a pipe. A deep paper cut exacts only a hiss of air. She has long, dark Rapunzel hair that thins into her calves, and with a pair of garden scissors, you give her the first haircut she has had in sixteen years. All her history is in her hair, and that’s the problem, you think, the weight of it.
May 18, 2022
Still Life With Flying Sombreros

Three sombreros hung on pegs in a cantina, where their owners stood at a bar, soaking in the tequila. The sombreros got to talking and soon discovered they all despised their owners. “My man,” a sombrero said, “came home drunk every night and beat his wife and children with a hard stick he kept just for that purpose.” Another sombrero confessed that his owner sat on a porch and shot cats that had strayed into his garden. He skinned the cats and displayed their pelts over the fireplace.
May 11, 2022
                                  1.

Someone nodding, and the light pressing down
as though it had weight.
And right in the middle of what I want to say
there’s a long row of chairs. There are green,
red, yellow arches that gradually contract
and close, like doors.
Like a disease whose threshold no one can cross,
she says.
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