“These are strange and uncertain times,”said the dormouse to the drag queen’s fallen wig.The stock market was acting up again and overflowing its banksThe lords rode the tides.The peasants drowned in their cars.The evangelicals hoped that with the Jews now in JerusalemThe Beast would soon arrive and deal judgment from its ass-crack ending all their unfinished arguments with the atheists.“Strange how love can still be found in days like these,” replied the wig. “Even more so now than at any other time.”
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About the writer
Daniel Lev Shkolnik. Daniel Lev Shkolnik owns a Yale sweater he will never wear. He takes his Faulkner with absinthe and his absinthe with an orange rind. In Istanbul, he learned to read the future in his coffee grinds. Despite the omens he repeatedly finds at the bottom of his morning joe, Daniel continues to write. As a journalist, he's reported on Spain, Morocco, Turkey, and the U.S. His fiction and poetry has appeared at the Beacon Art Gallery in Boston, as part of the Yale Art Museum poetry anthology Lux, et Veritas, as well as in The Fictional Cafe, SIIR, Cease, Cows, Lotus Eaters, Apparent Magnitude, and elsewhere. Once upon a time, he was awarded a medal for writing from his high school. His mother is still proud.
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