Ethan SeaveyThe SaharaAnd Ernest had spent most of the morning in the desert when he realized that he had forgotten the jugs of water he needed and the extra…Sep 25, 20211Sep 25, 20211
Ethan SeaveyOne Problem with MasksOne problem with masks (and please, dear readers, dear God, do not let your minds slip into the chaos of the political) is my inability to…Apr 12, 20211Apr 12, 20211
Ethan SeaveyDollhousesHe is a face framed by a window overlooking Broome street. But unlike oily masterpieces, he is not allowed to breathe; like a photograph…Apr 10, 2021Apr 10, 2021
Ethan Seavey135thThere’s urine on the bench I’ve claimed, and it’s probably mine. The stale smell sounds its alarm and my eyes open. I sit up and my spine…Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
Ethan SeaveyDescendingYou can tell by the expressions on most of their faces that I’m not supposed to exist anymore. Suitcase in hand, their faces freeze for a…Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
Ethan SeaveyLast TuesdayThere’s a gas station just off 120th where the gas is free on Thursdays. I don’t know why she’s telling me this. It’s Tuesday, and we’re…Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
Ethan SeaveyMary, Queen of HamburgFor a queen, you’d think Mary would have more self-awareness than Mary did. Stepping outside of her castle, she finds comfort under a tree…Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
Ethan SeaveyMutual Putrefaction(Published in the 2019–2020 Edition of West 10th Literary Journal)Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
Ethan SeaveySulfurIt smelled like sulfur when you broke up with me. I used to like the smell, in a strange way, as gasoline, or the sticky part of envelopes…Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
