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Mark Halliday

Summer 2012

There We Were

By Mark Halliday

You know what's so dumb about your abject devotion to the past? I mean this fetishy nursing of the traces of everything you ever did, like the photo of Laurinda […]

Spring 2000

Bob Evans Mood

By Mark Halliday

Those dusty trees in West Virginia, I don’t have to know about them. Those dusty trees—alongside Exit 2A in Wheeling—they are a good example of what I don’t have to […]

Spring 2000

Downstairs

By Mark Halliday

You visit friends and spend the night and sleep late the next morning and wake hearing one of them on the phone downstairs, you can’t make out the words—    ”She […]

Winter 1997

Panda Khan

By Mark Halliday

I love my life. Help me keep it. I love my life. This is April 1992. Help me keep this April. Today is a lovely long Sunday. Was; now it's […]

Fall 1990

Already in 1927

By Mark Halliday

Summer night in quiet level suburban streets, lights still on in two out of three houses, five small green lights edge the driveway of a brick house two doors down, […]