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Thylias Moss

Winter 1998

Ant Farm

By Thylias Moss

One summer dayI took a kettle of steaming water and flooded an anthill, watched as balled black bodies floated down my brewed Nile and dried in the sand looking sugared, […]

Winter 1998

A Hot Time in a Small Town

By Thylias Moss

In this restaurant a plate of bluefish pâté and matzos begin memorable meals. The cracker is ridged, seems planked, an old wall streaked sepia, very nearly black in Tigrett, Tennessee […]

Winter 1998

Making Dresses

By Thylias Moss

                                  for Martha With all that sewing, to what is the needle promoted, sliver […]

Winter 1998

Chariots

By Thylias Moss

“Like this?” I ask her, fast forwarding to the chariot scene; “Is this what you’re waiting for?” Swing low! Ben Hur she will watch. I wait with her, watching kernels […]