On Groundhog Day, I read that the movie, Groundhog Day, is considered a Buddhist meditation. My brother talked about it in the weeks before he died. He liked watching it, and liked comparing himself to the hero. He’d text me: Oh, shit, another morning, and I’m still dying. Nothing has changed, I’m just waiting to die.
Lillian Ann Slugocki is Project Editor for Angels Flight * literary west, nominated twice for Best of the Web, a Pushcart Prize, and winner of the Gigantic Sequins prize for fiction. She's been published by CCM, Seal Press, Cleis Press, Heinemann Press, Spuyten Duyvil Press, as well as Vol 1: Brooklyn, Bloom/The Millions,Salon, Entropy, The The Daily Beast, The Nervous Breakdown, Hypertext Magazine, The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review, The Manifest-Station, The Forge Literary Magazine, BUST Magazine, Angels Flight * literary west, and others. Her latest book: How to Travel with Your Demons is published by Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2015. She founded BEDLAM: New Work by Women Writers, a reading series @KGB Bar. MA from NYU. @laslugocki
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