Zarina Zabrisky's Writings
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Short Story
Feb.18.2012
The Blinking Anthology, UK
Have you ever been to Bakersfield? Most people just stop to pee there. Lana lived in Bakersfield.
Before Bakersfield, Lana lived in Tengiz, Kazakhstan. In case you’ve never heard about it, it was in the middle of nowhere. There were tumbleweeds, camels, and oil. There were also Americans looking for oil.
Lana dyed her hair like Marilyn Monroe, powdered her...
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Short Story
Feb.13.2012
Red Fez, Issue 42
When you need heroin, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat or drink. Your teeth shatter and goose-bumps run up your forearms, the downy hairs stand on end and you know these are your hands, your hairs, your goose bumps, but you don’t feel like it’s you. It’s been almost a day, and hot sand burns in my bones. In my mind I reach inside the grainy marrow and scratch...
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Short Story
Feb.04.2012
BANG OUT
Mr. B. had everything. Once an orphaned immigrant from Andorra, he made a fortune selling artificial snow. The factory, located in Jaffa, Israel, imported snow first to Switzerland, and then worldwide.
An entrepreneur and a multi-billionaire, Mr. B. sponsored multiple humanitarian projects: The Happy Human Machine; the Transatlantic Bridge...
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Short Story
Jan.18.2012
Escape Into Life
PISTACHIO ICE CREAM
Zoe did not jump off a bridge or a tall building. Instead she got up from her couch, shoved Gabriel into his car seat and drove to the New World Russian Deli and Bakery.
“Mommy, I want to go to a toy store,” said Gabriel.
“No,” she said. “Let’s get some ice cream.”
Inside the store, the marinated cabbage and pickled...
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Poem
Jan.16.2012
Mad Rush Magazine, Issue 1
BUS STOP
Tangerine tiger woman
Traces her orange finger nail
Up and down her zebra purse
Over the broken zipper
Over the torn nylon
On her suddenly naked thigh
Kohl around her chocolate eye
Sequins under her peacock fur
Her purple lips
Of a tired whore
The scent of alcohol
Wrinkles
Dimples
Blue capillaries
Human knots
Nude wings
A foreign word
A smile
Is she...
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Short Story
Jan.15.2012
Blinking Cursor Literary Magazine, Issue 8 - Winter 2011
CROSSROADS
Each time I break up with a guy I go to the Crossroads. Recycle, Resale, or Thrift, We Call it Fashion. Spring or summer, the store feels like Halloween. Pumpkin orange and candy corn signs: Vintage Dresses, Designer Shoes, Jewelry. The smell of old leather. Jazz on the radio. Bright light. ...
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Short Story
Jan.04.2012
The Applicant, Nepal
A few years ago, on my birthday—the day after Christmas—a Siberian tiger named Rasputin killed a man in the San Francisco Zoo. No one knows how Rasputin escaped his cage. He wandered around, stopped, darting fiery glances around, his eyes burning bright, then shrunk into a wiry ball, and sprung himself through the crisp air, landing on a man in a...
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Short Story
Nov.24.2011
Full of Crow's Quarterly
I wash and scrub, I scrub hard. The soap is green and smells like apples, tangy and clean. Water pours. I will be clean. I want to be clean. I must be clean.
I put shampoo in my hair but I will not put any conditioner in—conditioner is dirt, it makes my hair greasy. I hate grease, I hate dirt. The towels at...
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About Zarina
Zarina Zabrisky is the author of short story collections IRON (Epic Rites Press) and A CUTE TOMBSTONE (forthcoming in 2013 from Epic Press) and a novel We, Monsters (forthcoming in 2013 from Numina Press). Zabrisky started to write at six. She wrote traveling...
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