Dan Leach

Dec 27, 2024 | imagejournal.org | Dan Leach

OUR FIRST TIME WAS IN NEBRASKA. It was winter. Holiday Inn Express. We fucked once in the shower and again, later, while watching a documentary about glaciers. I remember snow fell from the night sky and we watched it from our bed. I remember the taste of your tongue (mint) and the color of the drapes (teal). When I asked what you remember, you said, “For one, it wasn’t snowing.

Oct 23, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach

Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...

Oct 23, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach

Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...

Oct 23, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach

Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...

Mar 21, 2024 | southwestreview.com | Dan Leach

It was almost night when I saw him out there. He wasn’t really doing anything except standing in a field behind our house and looking kind of lost under that sky the color of iced plums. He seemed to be about my age, which was the back half of ten, so I figured I would go out there and tell him he was free to do nothing but should kindly exercise that freedom elsewhere.